My wife Saundra and I used to swing when we lived in Ohio, but had stopped when we moved to our present location. Mostly the suspension of such activities had to do with the kids getting older and the onset of the AIDS epidemic - mostly it was the kids. They had gotten to the age where the oldest one now knew what sex was, and suspected that her parents "did it" right there in the house. There was nothing she would like better than to actually catch us at it so she could ask us how the orgasm was the next morning. So far she hadn't caught us in spite of her bedroom not being too far from ours. There was also the problem of not knowing anyone we cared to swing with and we weren't about to just go to a swinger's motel and register on their swingers list and take pot-luck.
About a year after we moved here we finally met another guy, George, that we both liked well enough to swing with or have a threesome with by way of the local electronic bulletin boards, or BBSs. After quite a few long phone calls and several online chats, we finally met and the subject was broached. He was aware of the problem of having a low grade orgy in the house, but it was a long drive across town to his place too. Somehow we came up with the idea of going to the local No-Tell Motel. Yea, there really is a place here called that, and it caters to the swinging crowd.
The kids were well beyond the age of needing a sitter, so it was merely a matter of telling them that we were just going out for a drink. While the oldest one had discovered sex, swinging wasn't a concept that she was familiar with, so the three of us going out somewhere would be taken at face value. The only problem was that Saundra wanted to take a few things with her, like a nice sexy teddy and a bottle of champagne. That required a little bit of work, but we did manage to sneak her required items into the trunk of my car without arousing any suspicion. Finally, two guys sporting woodies and one horney woman left the house to "go out for a drink."
We arrived at the motel a few minutes later and I checked us into the motel, which was beginning to look a little seedier than I thought it was from just driving by. Just before we went into our room, we could hear some very loud moaning coming from one of the nearby rooms. It was a woman, and she must have been getting the fucking of a lifetime from the sounds she was making. We didn't know how many people were in that room, but one was sure having a good time. We all just laughed and went into our room. The room was pleasant enough, and it did have a nice firm bed and the obligatory mirrors on the ceiling. I wouldn't have really cared to spend the night in the place, but we weren't there to sleep and had no intention of spending all night there anyway.
"I have to change." Saundra said going into the bathroom, "Be out in a minute." She took her bag of essential items into the bathroom with her and closed the door. She emerged just a few minutes later in her incredibly sexy peach colored teddy. This was one of those wonderful little (little, as in there wasn't a whole lot to it) creations made from a lot of see-through lace and bow ties on the sides that held the front and back together, along with the other wonderful thing about teddies, the snap closing crotch! There was just enough satin material in it in strategic places so that the most intimate areas were covered. She got on the bed and lay in the center. George and I got out of our clothes in nothing flat. We joined her on the bed, one of us on each side. "I guess you can open your present whenever you want by just undoing the bows." she giggled.
George and I immediately undid the bows. In a matter of a few seconds, the only part of Saundra covered by the teddy was her back!
"Are your guys a little anxious or something?" she asked.
"Yea." said George. He was a man of few words.
"The feel of your body through the teddy" I told her, "really doesn't compare to the feel of it naked. Besides, it's like a Christmas present. You only admire the wrapping until it's time to get it off and get to the goodies under the wrapping."
"So, am I a Christmas Present?" she asked.
"Merry Christmas." said George. That pretty much answered that.
Saundra just smiled and watched the two of us in the ceiling mirror caressing her now nude body. "This is really weird." she said. "I can see myself and just your hands on me. I can't see much of either of you. It looks...well...very sexy to have two sets of hands coming out of nowhere and feeling me up."
Our view in the mirror wasn't as impressive. Due to the angle, mostly what I saw was George and I guessed that he could see me. George and I didn't say much. We were a little busy. I found it very erotic to be in bed with my wife in this swinger's motel with another guy on the other side of her. We were both hard now and she was playing with both of us at the same time, slowly stroking us. I was sucking on one of Saundra's long sexy nipples and George was partaking of the other. We were both caressing the breast we were sucking on, and watching each other suck on her nipples.
My wife turned her head to me and whispered softly, "Finger me, okay?"
