Author's Note:
My stories are about a swinger couple and describe their anecdotes with the extra-marital sex-for-fun crowd.
Stories are sometimes caricatures of real people, emphasizing some traits or aspects of a character for the plot. But when writing such stories, I wonder, "Do most people REALLY love their spouse? If so, what would they be willing to do to prove it? And if their spouse really loves them, what would they be willing to do in return?"
And thank you to @Gamblinluck for providing feedback as a beta-reader. Receiving positive input from someone who doesn't like spouse sharing stories gives me hope others might not hate it.
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Prologue
My wife, Jan, and I married shortly after I graduated with my four-year degree in computer science. It was just over thirty years ago, when I received my first good job offer taking me away from my construction helper work. When I broke the news to my gorgeous girlfriend-with-benefits, Janet (Jan) that I'd be moving to a new job in a city a ten-hour drive away from our small rural hometown, she said she wasn't going to move with me.
It was a daunting prospect I faced of trying to find another woman as sexy and fun as Jan. In my experience, few women could tolerate my geeky behavior for more than a few dates. Being six-foot three and lifting weights to stay in shape, I didn't have any problems finding willing women to date for occasional sex. But those other girls all seemed different. Either they found issues dealing with my clueless geek behavior, or their social evasive games left me frustrated trying to guess what they wanted. Ever since we started dating in high school, Jan was always very direct with me, explicitly telling me what she wanted or expected from me. She made my life easier by eliminating the social games others liked to play, and we were comfortable with each other.
When I would return home for the summers between school years, Jan and I always reconnected, with both of us sharing the details of our dating experiences. We weren't just dating each other. She was my best friend and confidant.
Jan had no problems finding other guys to fuck while I was away. At five-foot seven with long auburn hair and a busty 120 pounds, she flirted with every single guy in the restaurant where she worked. She told me she doesn't flirt with married guys there, with their wife and kids along. Those ones are not good tippers, with her just getting dirty looks from the wives.
Jan knew how to use her looks to encourage men to leave large tips on the table, even when she sent them away with a disappointed "sorry, but no" to their requests for dates. Of course, she didn't always send the guy away disappointed. There were a few guys who caught her in the right mood, either appealing to her as her eye candy or just catching her when she was particularly horny. But her descriptions of those dates sounded as if she was having as much trouble as me, finding someone compatible and who would tolerate her abrasive and blunt opinions. However, I still enjoyed hearing the details of her sexual adventures.
Even though we dated and fucked others, we always seemed to reconnect, gravitating toward each other as being the most sexually compatible. We learned about sex together, and I think our experiences with those others gave us both a more casual attitude toward it. Finding our other dating experiences lacking and just not as much fun as we had with each other, we both realized we were better together.
I knew what Jan needed and how to bring out the most intense orgasms in her, fine tuning her reactions as if turning the dials on a radio for the best signal. And she knew how to make every time with me seem special, learning new techniques or finding the best sensitive spots on my body. Sometimes, she would just focus on sucking my cock, as if to say, 'This is all about YOUR pleasure tonight!' To me, there was no one else like her.
So, when the job offer came, Jan didn't have a hard time convincing me to ask her to marry and move together to continue our fun.
That was thirty years ago. And of course, married life came with the usual ups and downs, with kids, school activities, and work wearing us out every day. After the last of the kids was out of the house, our sex needs returned.
But over thirty years of sex together does get, ... well, ... old. You fall into your routines together, knowing what the other likes and dislikes, what they'll do or won't do, and you don't bother to ask for anything different after you've both tried or asked for everything. The yearning of 'Is this all there is? came to both of us at about the same time. So, we set forth to find similar adventures like we had during those college years when dating others, to feel a newness again. However, being married, this time we did it together.
We discovered websites for the "Lifestyle" and became swingers. We've had fun with other sex partners at house parties. Geek that I am, I've found it very interesting watching my wife and other women flirt with men in these uninhibited settings. Sometimes, just watching the techniques my wife uses to attract a man she likes is entertaining and enlightening. I came to realize that if all those other women I dated in college, playing their social guessing games were even half the woman Jan was, then they were only missing out and frustrating themselves.
I know most couples believe that if the
"love of their life"
was having sex with another, they'd find it stressful or impossible to accept. When thinking about someone else being intimate with your spouse, jealousy seems to prevail in most relationships. The offended spouse wonders if they're not good enough. Or they might wonder if their spouse is planning to leave them.
But for Jan and me, sex isn't the same as love, and we don't have such insecurities. Our off and on relationship and sex with others gave us the belief that sex is a physical relief, almost like getting a back massage. My love for my wife is now about seeing the excitement in her face, as if she's opening a new present and finding I gave her something she fantasized about. It just might be a different cock, massaging a spot inside of her body.
And Jan says she enjoys the same when watching me with another woman. I think that for her, it's also as if she's showing off her favorite jewelry. She likes to see the other woman orgasm when I'm thrusting deep inside her. Then Jan says something like
"You know, I get to take him home every night for that!"
So, our love is knowing and trusting that at the end of the evening, we always have each other.
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A Mid-week Getaway
It was the end of summer when the daytime temperatures sometimes reached eighty degrees in our part of this world. We were consistently having nice temps in the mid to high seventies. And the school year began, which meant families with school age kids would no longer be traveling. Although my wife and I are empty nesters, the school seasons are now noticed as a time to go to some places with fewer crowds, knowing there would be no kids there. It's not that we don't like kids, we have four of our own all grown and out of the house. But there's a time and place for young kids, and other times when the relative quiet of just adults around us is more appreciated.
We decided to end the summer season by going to a nude resort to get a good finish on our tans for the coming fall and winter.
The family-friendly clothing-optional resort about a three-hour drive away from our suburban house had some good feedback from a few of our swinger friends, even though there's no overt sexual play at such places. I've noticed women dress provocatively to tease men and they use semi-revealing clothes to highlight or draw attention to their sexual assets. And that's why provocative clothes or lingerie are forbidden at family-friendly nude resorts. Nudists are not going there to get turned on by sex. They go to nude resorts merely to enjoy the freedom of not having to wear clothes.
But some of those resorts are also known for some adult fun occurring in private. We never attended the more overt swinger resorts we'd heard about in some locations, as they tend to attract a younger crowd with more pressure to play. For me and Jan, our playtime with others is usually no more than once per month and involves people we know from previous no-pressure meetings.
The nude resorts we used in the past were during longer vacations, and just for us to enjoy the sun without wearing wet bathing suits. But I've found it interesting observing what some people can do even without clothes to attract attention.
So, with the idea of working on our tans, we made reservations for two sunny weekdays and packed up our RV to try this relatively nearby resort.
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Arriving at the resort, we stopped at the front desk to check in. As we expected, we found that there weren't many people here this time of the year. There were only two other couples checked in, a few single guys, and one single woman. The resort staff assigned our RV to a spot away from the others and gave me a map of the camp sites to drive around to find it. After I backed our 34-foot fifth wheel RV into our spot, we spent the next half hour setting it up.
Jan picked our vehicle three years ago for the roomy and comfortable space inside. It has a large shower, at least larger than most RVs, where she can stand without feeling cramped. And there's plenty of space when the slides are out with a kitchen island, along with two recliners and a big screen TV in the living room portion. On one of our trips last year into the mountains, we appreciated the extra space indoors when an unexpected snowstorm had us confined inside for two days before it melted enough to clear a way out.
After parking in the space here and dropping the jacks, I leveled our home-away-from-home with a push of a button. Then I connected the power, water, and sewage lines, before unloading our patio carpet and chairs. We always set out a vinyl carpet with two recliner chairs, two other camp chairs, and a two-foot table for drinks and snacks. This whole setup process takes just thirty to forty-five minutes. While I'm doing all of that outside work, Jan's inside opening the slides and setting up our kitchen and bedroom, getting out things like the coffee pot, toaster, making the bed, and preparing our usual evening snacks and drinks.
With the setup work done, it was time to relax. We fixed a simple dinner for the evening and sat outside putting towels down on the patio chairs and sitting out there naked to enjoy the fresh air and sunset.
In the dying light of the evening, we turned on the dim RV awning lights. And as the evening was getting cooler, we were both debating about going inside for the night, when I saw a tall, athletic looking guy walking from the pool along the road near us. The guy was probably heading toward his own camp site further along the road.
We find everyone we meet at these nude resorts is more friendly and talkative than at the clothed (aka "prude") resorts. That's probably due to the lack of clothes, and no one wants to seem as if they are there just to gawk at others. And this guy was obviously comfortable with this place because he walked straight toward us to say hello.
He was naked except for his sandals as was normal here. In my "people observation mode", I noticed the way he carried his beach towel draped over one shoulder. The ends of the towel were uneven, with one corner of the towel just above his dick, almost pointing down to it. He was sporting a sizable cock dangling between his legs, in its unexcited state.
