My husband Ron and I, age 50, live in a bi level home on a mile- long winding road. On hot summer days we prefer our pool rather than the beach. A couple of times each summer we entertain friends by the pool. That's not to say we don't travel.
A recent Saturday saw us expecting to have our friends the Wilsons at the house around 1 o'clock for a pool party.
They are a couple in their forties, both profesional people.
I'm an RN. Ron works for the communications company, a job that finds him on the road often.
By 7 o'clock I had started making pancakes, a favorite meal. Ron had taken a seat and was sipping a coffee, his first.
Our friends came to mind. "Michael and Cassie are putting an addition on their house."
My husband corrected me. "They're actually rebuilding the whole place."
"I bet it'll be nice."
He agreed with a nod.
At 5' 10 my brown eyes are right at the same level as those of my husband. I often wear loose-fitting sweaters hiding those generous D cup boobs. The ellyptical keeps me fit.
My husband is an avid weightlifter since his teens and it shows. Broad shoullders, thick pecs, biceps the size of baseballs make a spectacular body, not to mention sexy.
We discovered a surprising fact about the Wilsons in the earliest days of the friendship. They're swingers.
I recall Cassie saying that she and Michael had known one another since elementary school. Since age 15 they had been in an exclusive relationship until years out of school. Both eventually became curious. That curiosity gave way to an overpowering urge "to experiment" that made both seek other partners.
They were soon to bring us into the lifestyle. The venue had been a restaurant where the four of us had met for lunch on a Saturday.
I had taken Cassie's remarks that day with a grain of salt until I didn't. She and I left the table ostensibly to answer the call of nature which we did. As we stood at the sinks washing our hands Cassie dropped the bomb.
Swingers? As in partner swapping?
"It's the most fun thing we ever did. Besides, it's just sex."
"OK," I replied.
"You know," she said. "My husband thinks you're HOT."
How could I not take that as a compliment? A part of me did wonder if men still found me attractive.
Reluctant at first, I soon gave myself to her husband who had been flirting with me. The way she looked at my husband sent the message that she was attracted to him. Ron and I agreed that we can take other partners, just not behind each other's back.
That night another man's hands cupped my boobs and his dick penetrated me for the first time in 30 years. Back then I was dating Alan Lafferty.
After our lunch date the four of us headed for a swinger lounge called Apollo & Athena. At 7 30 after a fairly long ride we came inside a saloon bathed in blue light. For a few seconds we scanned the room for an unoccupied table. Finding one, we took seats and engaged in trivial chat.
The deep v-neck bodycon mini dress is a fashion I would've worn even if not planning to seduce men. On a subconscious level I like having guys checkout the cleavage and curves.
All around us, couples were engaged in chit chat and or flirting. Tables they left behind would not remain unoccupied for long.
