Most Moms and/or Dads take their kids trick or treating on Halloween. We hire a babysitter to do that. Most married couples pass out candy to all the children who come to their door. My wife's mother, my mother-in-law, passes out candy in our absence. What do we do that is so important that we can't take our children around the neighborhood trick or treating and pass out candy to all the kids?
We have sex. Yep, that's right, every Halloween, we have sex with other people, that's what we do. We're not swingers, per se, but for one day of the year, we let our hair down and go a little wild and crazy by playing out our fantasies and allowing our unchecked sexuality to inspire us. With a little fantasy and role play, we allow our libido free reign of our bodies for a day.
One day out of the year, we pick a theme and dress in costume. It's fun. It's exciting. One day out of the year, Halloween is our day to go a bit sexually over the top and do whatever it is we thought about doing the previous year. Admittedly, as this is our first year trying this, we don't really know what to expect. All we know is it's going to be outrageous, erotic, sexy fun.
"I can't wait for Halloween. I've had a permanent erection the entire month of October just thinking about what I'll wear and what I'll do this year with some hot woman or sexy women," I said to my wife Sheila.
"I thought we were just attending to see what swingers do, Roger. I thought we were just going there to watch," she said giving me a look that could freeze water.
"Oh, we are, Honey Bunch, we're just going to investigate the action and see the sexy costumes they wear," I said knowing that if I had the opportunity to have hot sex with a beautiful blonde or a ravishing redhead, I would.
That one day, Halloween, is what keeps us sane and what allows us to make it through the rest of the year in doing what we must do to thrive and survive. No matter how boring our jobs are, how routine our days have become, and how bad our days can be, looking forward to going all out on Halloween gives us what we need to continue with our mundane little lives. Not to mention having sex with other people gives us an entire year of pillow talk.
"So, tell me, again," I said watching my wife's reaction to the question I was imagining I'd pose to her, after attending our first Halloween dance. "Did you like sucking his cock?"
"I loved sucking his cock. I had so much fun at the Halloween party. I can't wait for next year," I imagined she said with a sly smile, before giving me an inspired blowjob.
I admit that I used to look at other woman and my wife finally admitted to me that she used to think about other men. Now, we leave all that lustful desire for our one day to act out on Halloween, when we attend the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball. That's right, think of me and my wife what you will and if your thoughts about swinging are negative, you're just jealous. For those of you who get it and for those of you who are living in a sexless marriage, I'm sure you're wishing you were me and had a wife like my wife, hot and horny.
Yet, to spend a day without guilt, to return to the single days and bring someone back to my room and fuck and suck her, while my wife does the same with some guy, is healthier for our marriage than if we were lying and cheating behind one another's backs. Certainly for this alternative lifestyle to work, for me to allow someone to seduce my wife and/or watch my wife suck another man's cock after he ate her pussy, I must remove all feelings of possessiveness and jealousy. It doesn't work if I allow those feelings to ruin my good time.
Let me tell you, in the beginning, it wasn't easy convincing my wife to go along with this. At first she was against the whole thing, even calling me perverted. Yet, once she got into it, once she attended the Swingers' Halloween Masquerade Ball, after she let her hair down and removed her clothes, like most women, she embraced the lifestyle. I found out from some of the other husbands, who participate in the swinging lifestyle, that it's always the women who are reluctant to try it, but as soon as they do, it's the women who take the ball and run with it. Even when the men want to quit the lifestyle, afraid that their woman will take off with another man or woman, it's the women who are reluctant to let it go. We men can't pry our women away from the swinging lifestyle with a crowbar.
"Oh, please, just let me make love to Jon Paul, one more time," I imagined my wife saying to me, "before I quit the swinging lifestyle and go home to being a bored housewife and an unappreciated mother."
"You've been in bed with him six times already, Honey. We didn't have as much sex on our Honeymoon, as you're having with Jon Paul now."
Maybe I should go back to the beginning, especially to explain to those who have never experienced swinging, but who would like to try it. It all started when I bought a swingers magazine and was perusing the personal ads for sex with others. I was just looking, mind you. The ads were quite explicit and it was fun to just read them. Admittedly, perhaps, I had secret desires and hopeful wishes in the back of my mind of us becoming swingers, but I knew my wife would never consider the thought of having sex with someone else. I knew she'd never have sex with anyone but me.
In reading the ads in the magazine, there were men looking for men, women looking for women, couples looking for other couples and/or couples looking for a man or a woman to just be watched or to actively participate in a threesome. Whatever goes is okay, when in the swinging lifestyle, I guess. This one magazine suddenly opened my libido to a world of possibilities and my imagination went wild with the thoughts of having sex with another woman, while I watched my wife having sex with another man. If nothing else, it excited me to explore my sexual peccadilloes, whatever they were.
It's always been a fantasy of mine to have sex with someone other than my wife. Only, fearful of divorce and everything that goes along with it, the attorneys' expenses, losing the house, having to pay child support, and giving up custody of my kids, I curbed my enthusiasm for having a fantasy affair with those thoughts of living in reality. Yet, the possibility that I could finally satisfy my sexual curiosity and libido by participating in having consensual sex with others with my wife's blessings, as a couple, and under the guise of attending the Halloween gala for swingers, was something that more than excited me. The thoughts of swinging as a couple and the pillow talk afterward, made me wild with passion.
My wife has dark brown hair and brown eyes and I always imagined being with a blue-eyed blonde or a green-eyed redhead. Hey, I'm not fussy. I'd do a green-eyed blonde and a blue-eyed redhead. It doesn't matter.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and I wouldn't exchange her for anyone, most anyone. I guess it really depends on the woman. I mean, if it was a step up and if a rich, beautiful woman was offering herself to me, I'd be crazy to turn her down, you know. Yet, that's not with this story is about. Besides, not wanting to be hauled into divorce court, I considered the swinging scenario nothing more than a fantasy and if agreed to, consensual sex between adults.
Then one night, during some hot pillow talk with my wife, I asked her if she ever thought about having sex with someone other than me. To say the least, her responses were surprising. Actually, who am I kidding? They were shocking. I was floored. All this time I was thinking that my wife was innocent and didn't have a sexual thought in her head about anyone but me. Boy, was I ever wrong.
"Have you ever thought about having sex with someone else?"
"No, I've never thought about having sex with anyone other than you, Roger. That's such an absurd question to ask me. Until death do us part," she said holding up her ring finger and flashing her diamond in my face. Suddenly, the brilliance of her diamond was like a stun gun that held me in fear and in place, as if I had just been zapped on Star Trek. "I'm a faithful wife."
I was glad that I had given her a small diamond, otherwise I would have been blinded by not only the sparkle from the rock but also from the guilt of having asked her the question. She looked at me, as if I was a pervert. She looked at me as if I wanted someone else and she was right, I did want to experience another woman.
"C'mon, Sheila, you've never fantasized about anybody during a horny moment."
"Obviously for you to ask me such a question, you've thought about having sex with someone else," she said.
What is it with wives? I hate it when she twists my words around and uses them against me. They'd make perfect defense attorneys. Never answering a question put to them, they know the probing questions to ask and exactly when to ask them. She made me feel uncomfortable. Turning the pillow talk to more of an inquisition, this bedtime fun felt as if I was walking on broken glass and no matter where I stepped I was going to get cut and bleed.
"No, I haven't thought about having sex with anyone but you, until now. I just thought it'd be fun if you'd share your sexual fantasy of who you'd--"
