Okay. I'll admit it. It was me who first suggested swinging. And my husband's rejection of the idea was emphatic to say the least. The truth is, after twelve years of marriage and in our late 30's, our sex life had become, well, boring and repetitive.
In our early days we had been quite adventuresome, trying different things and discovering what we liked. He had drunk champagne from my vagina and I had sucked raspberry jam from his cock. He fucked me up my arse (I liked it) and I had swallowed his cum. Just another normal couple experimenting with what had been forbidden to us in our religious upbringing before marriage.
It is fair to say that I no longer have the body I had when I met him. I was slim with smallish tits and prominent hip bones. Two children and some good food later, my tits now need a D-cup and my hip bones are no longer discernable. I hate to say it, but my bum is bigger too. After the kids, I worked hard to get my flat tummy back and succeeded to the extent that my waist measurement is back to what it was when I was 16 but the rest just refuses to shrink. I like to think that it gives me a much more dramatic waist-to-hip ratio and what might be considered quite a good figure.
John (my husband) has also gained some weight but he has lost some hair to compensate. He is no Mr Atlas but he does still have a nice bum and I still find his uncircumcised cock inviting when it is hard and with his foreskin retracted to show his pear-shaped knob.
So... now you know a bit about us. Perhaps it was John's complacency (or was that disinterest) that got me to looking a little more lustfully at men I saw in the street, speculating on what their cocks might look like and what they would do to me if they could. In times of solitude, when the kids were in bed and John was away on business, I would succumb to my filthiest fantasies and masturbate myself to sleep. I bought a vibrator to help me and when John found out about it, he shoved it up my cunt a few times, fucked me with his cock and went to sleep. He never touched it again.
One day, hoping to inject something new into our sex lives, I grabbed his cock while he was pissing and told him I would like him to piss on my pussy. His flow stopped immediately and he angrily told me never to do that again, that I was disgusting and he slept with his back to me for weeks.
Months later, after our sex life had resumed, he astonished me by suggesting that we join a nudist club. We needed to meet new people, he said. People who were just like us (!) I seriously doubted that anyone who was a nudist would have a sex life as boring as ours but he went on to explain that he had seen a club advertised that was described as a family club with children's playgrounds, camping facilities and a great social calendar.
Considering my own now habitual crotch-gazing, I thought that it might be exciting to see the naked reality and enjoy the view of a few loose cocks and I really didn't mind that he would no doubt feast his eyes on all the tits he was likely to see. My thought of the possibility that we might find ourselves mixing with other couples who enjoyed a swinging lifestyle hadn't escaped me but I kept quiet about that and just agreed with his suggestion as any compliant wife would.
Our first foray to the club was a sizzling hot summer's day. I wore shorts and a loose top without a bra and I noticed that John forgot his underwear when he dressed in his light-weight slacks and a colourful Hawaiian shirt. On arrival we were met by the club's secretary and his wife, a middle-aged couple, both stark naked. They showed us around the grounds, the play area and the swimming pool, the club house and the main sunbathing lawn, scattered with dozens of nude couples.
Our guide invited us to find a spot that we liked on the lawn and told us if we needed to know anything, to just ask someone. Then he and his wife wandered off in the direction of the pool.
John and I undressed, somewhat hesitantly but realizing that we were more conspicuous with clothes on, we soon felt the freedom that social nudity can provide. We looked around and absorbed the spectacle of families chatting together, picnicking or just enjoying the sun. We oiled each other's backs and settled down to watch the activity.
True to expectations, John's eyes darted from one pair of breasts to another, some big, some small, some old and wrinkly, others with huge nipples that made me think of the words "well chewed." But my main interest was the cocks. Most men seemed to contrive to hide them between their legs when they were sitting but those who were walking around swung in all shapes and sizes, some circumcised (something I had not seen before) and others perched over a pair of enormous balls that looked as though they must be painful even to walk.
A couple of around our own age came over and introduced themselves. The wife was quite pretty but her most notable feature was her total lack of pubic hair. Her husband was fairly nondescript and duly tucked his penis out of sight as he sat down. John had not yet learned that trick and as his eyes worked down the woman's body to her hairless mound, I noticed a distinct stirring down there of which he was seemingly unaware. Christine, as she had named herself, was not at all unaware of the effect she was having on him and arranged herself to provide him with an uninhibited view of her pouty pussy lips. John's cock grew to a full erection which she seemed to find amusing but she made no comment. Her husband, Kevin, perused my body, lingering on my inverted nipples (did I forget to mention that?), moved on down to my hairy triangle and then, apparently satisfied (or not), gazed off into the distance. Eventually they moved off and I teased John about his hard-on. He was embarrassed that I had noticed and scowled. I told him that I hoped to see more cocks with erections but that did not seem to impress him, either.
The thought had crept into my mind though, how much I would like to see men's cocks hardening just from looking at me and I made a point of lying back on the grass with my legs spread a little more than might have been seemly, in the hope of inspiring some arousal from the males passing by. However, I was disappointed. It seems that most nudist men have seen so many naked pussies that they scarcely spared more than a glance. I decided to shave myself as had Christine and figured that if nothing else, it might make John a little more interested in me.
That night in the bath, I got busy with my razor, lifting first one leg, then the other to get the bare look in between them. It was hard to know when to stop so I carried on back around my anus as well, just to be sure that no wayward tufts would spoil the effect when my legs were spread wide in front of strange men! All this handling of my bits made me just a little horny and I finished off with a nice little masty just as John came into the bathroom. He didn't comment but I noticed when he came to bed that he, too, had managed to clean shave his cock and balls, although his belly and his arse were still as hirsute as ever.
He fucked me with some vigour that night so I concluded that nudism was likely to be considered a successful experiment.
We went to the club almost every weekend after that. I did get to see one man, apparently asleep on his back, with the most amazing hard-on that twitched as he breathed. Another man asked if I would like to shower with him and stroked my bum when John wasn't looking. I declined but I would rather have said yes. I "accidentally" brushed his cock with the back of my hand, to show I wasn't rejecting him; just unsure of the outcome. He grinned and said, "Later then." If John noticed, he gave no sign.
On another occasion, I found John in the pool with a heavy-breasted woman standing next to him, so close that her nipples were brushing his chest. A closer look showed that she had his cock in her hand and was busy wanking him under the water. In the minute or so before he noticed me, I saw a trail of semen floating away in the water as he made a final lurch into her hand. "Permission granted," I thought exuberantly to myself. "My turn next!" He tried to pretend that nothing had happened as he turned to greet me but I had my weaponry now and was determined to use it.
For the rest of the day, I spread my legs shamelessly at every opportunity and was rewarded by a good many interested stares from a variety of men. Several couples who sat down to talk to us seemed to find it hard to keep their eyes above our waists and I treated one particularly yummy specimen to me absently retracting my clit hood to show him just how horny I was feeling. His response was an almost instant erection that he proudly displayed for a few moments before tucking it under his thigh with obvious difficulty. His wife and John were seemingly oblivious and conversing about rhododendrons or some such.
The nudist club had seemed as though it might be a fertile ground to find swingers but in reality, apart from a few surreptitious gropings, there was no indication that we would be invited to participate in any wild orgies. The next time John was out of town, I turned my attention to the internet, seeking hopefully for a swingers group locally that might consider us as members. After perusing a lot of pornographic advertisements for couples who simply wanted to swap wives (or husbands) I eventually found a site dedicated to groups. "Group with indoor interests," the ad ran, "seek broad-minded couples with an appetite for variety and adventure."
I sent off a reply suggesting that we may be interested and was astonished that within seconds an email arrived inviting us to a house a few blocks away for an interview. I wrote back explaining that my husband was away but that I would talk to him about it when he returned. The next email said that it would be fine if I came alone at first and that they could interview my husband later if he was interested. So it was arranged that the next night I would visit a couple who described themselves as "attractive" and "well endowed."
I didn't know what to wear to such an interview so I decided that less might well be more under the circumstances. I showered and painstakingly ensured that I removed any possible stubble from my crotch. Then, in a frilly g-string, short skirt and lacy bra under a see-thru top, I set off to the address I had been given. Despite feeling justified after John's indiscretion in the pool, I was nervous and unsure what to expect. Would they just want to ask me questions or would I have to prove my willingness?
Somewhat nervously, I rang the bell and the door was promptly answered by a quite respectable-looking man in elastic-waisted track pants and a tee-shirt that read "Swingers play better golf." Instinctively my eyes sought out the bulge in his pants and the obviousness of what they found sent a thrill up my legs to the very top. He smiled and led me through to a small sitting room where a decidedly busty woman in an almost transparent negligee lounged on a sofa. He introduced her as his wife, Margaret and told me that his name was Peter in swinging circles, for obvious reasons. I was offered a seat in a very low chair that I knew would be providing an almost perfect view up my short skirt. However, I sat and resisted the urge to cross my legs.
"So you want to have sex with other people besides your husband?" Peter asked, as though he were asking whether I wanted a cup of tea. What could I say? I nodded.
"Please answer, yes or no, dear," Margaret chimed in.
