Author's note: After trying to write a detailed true life version for my "Jolie" of our first swinging experience, she told me to "stop focusing on the dumb stuff," so I made it into an actual story. This is somewhere around 85-90% accurate, minus things nobody cares about like nervousness, and I tried to make the narrative flow and build up. However, I'll never forget that night, the fun I had with "Corrine," the sexual awakening it brought on, or how it changed our relationship forever.
*March 1997*
"Hi babe," Jolie chirped as she got into the car, leaning over and giving me a quick peck on the lips. I'd agreed to pick her up tonight specifically because I knew she'd be absolutely exhausted. We had both been working a bit more than usual with the Washington State Loggers convention in town. I worked as a DJ at the "upscale" strip club, although Saturday was my daytime shift, because my boss didn't feel like it was fair for the same DJ to have two weekend night shifts, given they were the most lucrative. Jolie, meanwhile, danced at the more "working class" one, although she made way more money than me. She'd started two years ago, when she got sick of waiting tables, and I followed into the industry the next year when a friend of ours needed someone and offered me a spot at his bar.
"How was the night?" I asked as she buckled in.
"Amazing, actually. I made close to a thousand bucks."
"Shit! That's gotta be a fucking record."
"Oh, definitely. I think the best I ever did before on a Saturday night was 350," she observed. "How about you?"
"I pulled about 300. Pretty great for a day shift."
"That's awesome," she said, pointing to a red and black VW bus that was backing up to make sure I didn't trail the wrong car. We were following our friend Corrine back to the apartment she shared with her husband. It'd been a hell of a week, and we were planning on unwinding and hanging out, having a drink or two and maybe smoking some weed. Corrine and her hubby Ron were a few years older than us, but cool people and fun to chill with. Plus Corrine was majorly cute and loved to flirt with me, which was an added bonus.
"Ok, so this is maybe a weird and sudden question, and I won't be offended if you say no," Jolie began. "But...do you want to swing with them?"
I looked over at her, and didn't say anything at first, as my brain knew what she had said but was trying to catch up. She had a neutral expression on her face, but her eyes were quite wide, which I knew meant she was invested but not wanting to push. I tried to think of what question to ask first, because at least 10 popped into my head.
Jolie was my first real love. I was in my first year of grad school for Occupational Therapy, and she was a senior in the University's Music department. We'd started dating her freshman/my sophomore year, and last year we tied the knot. I'd been a bit shocked at how fast we fell for each other, but I also realized very quickly what a catch she was. She was smart, kind, loving, and our conversations flowed easily. Plus, she was a definite stunner, with a face that resembled Audrey Hepburn in her prime, 5'4", slim but ridiculously curvy, with a bubble butt and a 34D chest. Her skin was olive tone, but her eyes bright blue, with full pouty lips, and her hair was a long, thick, dark brown mane.
I occasionally worried, though, because I was her first, that she might have moments of wondering "what if" or something similar. Not that I was a model of experience, since she was literally the sixth woman I'd ever slept with, but college was supposed to be the time when you could slut it up a bit, go to parties and make a couple of reckless decisions and be grateful for condoms and plan B. Instead, neither of us really had that opportunity, but again, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Anyway, back to the question at hand...
"Where did this topic come from?" I asked.
"We talked today. I just asked her if they ever had, since I've gotten a couple of vibes, and I was really curious about it. Plus, I know from a couple of the conversations we've had before that maybe it's an idea that turns us both on."
"And obviously they're into it..." I added, half questioning.
"Yeah, she said yes, they had for some time, and asked if we ever had. I told her no but we were curious. So we chatted about it during some downtime, and I resolved to talk with you before we decided to put any kind of plan in motion."
(I'll get to the part of the story where we'd talked about the possibility in a bit, I promise, but first let me tell the part of the story where we have this conversation)
"Okay...what...what were you thinking?"
"Well, we have them over, talk about it, set some ground rules, and if we're all on the same page, we all fuck like rabbits."
"No, I mean...I mean I'm just a bit surprised. I thought that was just a fantasy you had. Plus, I really didn't think Ron was your type," I added.
Ron was in his early 30's, with long curly hair, lots of tattoos and piercings, and looked exactly like what he did for a living, a guy who painted portraits of people's commissions of their families and partners for a gallery. I, by contrast, was 6' even, with a slim chiseled frame, and often was told I looked like James Marsters, a/k/a Spike from the "Buffy" TV show.
"Well, normally, no. But he's a pretty charming guy, and as time has gone on he's kind of grown on me," she said with a grin. "Plus Corrine swears he's amazing in bed."
"Okay..."
"What?" she asked.
