My wife and I have swinger parties in our big home every second Saturday. It's a classy affair with a wonderful mix of middle-class and rich folks both young and mature. It's winter so the pool and garden are covered in snow and everyone is inside. People meet up in the living room and gradually go to the big group sex playroom downstairs or to the many bedrooms upstairs. Folks bring wine or their favourite spirits and donate for the catering.
People must send us contact information to our website to get invited. I check them out to make sure they fit with our crowd of well-mannered, sexy people. This week I'm intrigued to meet a new classy, young couple that came once before but just observed for an hour and left. She seemed so shy while he was certainly looking around with a purpose. My god, she is such a cute, petite, sweet thing. I'd love to have some of that and this week I might get my chance. I was surprised when they requested another invite. Many couples who check us out and leave, never return after losing their nerve.
Muriel, my wife, and I greet folks at the door. I'd alerted her to the new couple, and she agreed to hook up with them if they were game. The husband, they both had wedding rings, is her type, tall and fit.
Later in the evening, they arrive. She's dressing very sexy this week with a light pink, satin dress that clings to the curves her trim, beautiful body. I can see that she isn't wearing a bra. Her breasts are, to my practiced eyes, a 34B with the perkiness of the young. Last week, she was in blue jeans with a turtle-neck sweater. This is an excellent sign that they've come to play.
I greet them with Muriel at my side, "Good evening, I'm glad you two came back again. It's James and Clare, right."
James confidently steps forward to shake my hand and says, "Yes, and you are Richard, and this is your beautiful wife Muriel. I have a good memory for names as well." He takes my Muriel's hand and steps in for a New York air kiss.
I take that as a cue and step in and take Clare's tiny hand and give her a similar air kiss. She shyly looks down as I hold her hand a bit longer. Her perfume is very flowery and perfect for her sweet, youthful image. My guess is they are in their late twenties and married a few years.
I say, "Come right in. My home is your home. I want you to feel very comfortable." I take them to the living room bar area. "Here are two glasses for your wine." James opens the bottle they brought and pours themselves a glass.
He says to my wife, "Muriel, could you do us a favor. We like our white wine chilled. Could you show my wife to the kitchen so she can put it in the refrigerator?"
She replies, "Of course. Come on Denise, it's this way." Off they go. As she walks away, the young lady's satin dress clings to her ass so nicely that I can see the outline of each firm cheek and her crack. What a doll.
James takes a serious look. "I don't want to beat around the bush. Denise and I are here for an important reason. We want to have a family and tests have shown that I'm unable to father a child. We love each other dearly. We thought of going to a sperm bank, but the thought of a random anonymous donor didn't feel right. We decided to meet and chose an appropriate man to fulfill our need. I've checked out your background, met and observed you when we came to your party last time. If you are willing, I'd like to offer my wife to you for sex. She has never been with another man other than me and she is shy about this but understands that this is best for us. It is okay to say no. Will you do this for us?"
I'm gobsmacked. My mind is reeling. This is amazing. "Of course, James, I'll help you and Denise out. It's my pleasure. But my wife and I have an agreement that both partners must agree to make love. That's why it's called wife swapping." He looks like he's hesitating. Maybe I should drop that condition. I press on. "James, in my experience, it's best that both partners play. That way one won't carry any guilt if both enjoy themselves." He thinks about that.
"You're right. Good thinking."
The girls are coming back. Muriel is laughing as she always does, while Clare looks up at me guiltily and stands on the other side of her husband. She knows that she has just been offered for sex to me.
He says to her, "No, love, why don't you stand over here beside Richard."
That must be his signal to her that I've agreed to their plan. She moves beside me with her hands clasped together nervously in front of her waist. Her head is barely up to my shoulder.
This is going to be one great evening. The way I read it, I have carte blanche here. Why not get started.
I say to my wife, "I'm going to show Denise around the house. Why don't you and James get to know each other."
The great wife she is, gets the drift immediately and replies, "It's my pleasure." She takes his hand and leads him to a sofa at the far end of the living room.
I give a toast to Denise, "Here's to you and I having a great evening together." She looks up at me nervously and we clink our wine glasses together.
Denise's Thoughts
I know James and I have discussed this but now that it is happening, I'm so nervous. We agreed Richard would be a good choice. He is tall like my husband and he has a strong, intelligent personality like him as well. That is what attracted me to James and why I love him so much. He makes me feel safe. I just want to have quick sex with this man and go back into his arms. Oh my, Richard just put his hand on my bum. Jeez, he just gave it a squeeze. I'll just stand here and let him do what he wants. There are people everywhere groping each other a lot more than this. Oh my, he's cupping my other cheek. He doesn't take any time to take liberties. I can feel a hot blush on my face and his finger traces down the crack of my bum. Sweet mercy, there are people looking over at us. Thank goodness we are by a wall and his hand is hidden behind us.
Richard
Her ass feels so fine through this silky material, tight and womanly. I have a good instinct about women and this one is a very feminine type, my favorite that will do what I ask. It doesn't feel like she's wearing panties. Maybe, she has on a thong. I'll check. Sure enough up here at the top of her crack, there is the Y of the tell-tale small material of a thong. Thinking of pulling it down, revealing her young pussy is giving me a chubby.
I like to compliment a lady and love sexy talk. "Your ass is so perfect, congratulations. You must work out."
She glances up at me quickly and then away, replying, "Thank you. Yes, I do yoga."
I want to show off to my friends the pretty lady, I'll be fucking. "Why don't we go over and sit in the living room and get to know each other better."
She replies, "Is it okay if we go up into a bedroom where it's more private?"