To be consistent with many of the stories here let me start by describing us. At the time of this story, Amanda and I were both in our mid 50s. We'd been married 30+ years and our three kids were grown and gone. We both were a little overweight but not too out of line. Between the two of us, the best features were Amanda's boobs. They had always been on the large side and after three kids and several years of weight gain they were truly outstanding. Amanda didn't think so.. They had been 38 DD when we married and now they were roughly 44 Gs. Amanda refused to go braless primarily due to the discomfort but also she was very self conscious about their appearance.
I discovered the Ranch by poking around on the Internet. At the time I first discovered it Amanda was living out of state. This wasn't due to any kind of marriage issues; it was needed in order to provide some support to a relative that lived elsewhere. Amanda had retired and had the time to provide that support.
My main goal in going to the ranch was voyeuristic. I didn't have any real intention to fuck anyone, but I was interested in watching and experiencing other people having their own sexual escapades.
The Ranch was a couple's private residence about 15 miles outside of Albuquerque. A nominal charge was assessed to help defray the costs of offering a location for an on-site swingers venue. Bring your own bottle was the norm, this eliminated any potential legal issue of serving alcohol. The entrance fee did cover snacks as well as mixers. Most importantly some of the proceeds of the weekly gatherings were spent on a local lawyer to ensure there were no legal issues. Couples were charged $20.00, single males were $40.00 and single females were free.
The first time for me to go to the ranch as a single male required that I was sponsored by an existing member. I found a couple online that were willing to sponsor me. I made my reservation, then paid my $40.00 at the door and went in to experience a swinger party first hand. I went several more times and soon discovered that the real action occurred during special nights, in particular Cinco de Mayo, Halloween, New Year's, and Mardi Gras. Other times during the year there might be 10-15 couples, a few single women and a couple of single men. The host put a restriction on the number of single men that could attend based on the number of other attendees. On these "other" nights it was hit or miss finding any action going on. Several times that I went I thought, well that was a waste of time and $40.00, but action occurred often enough to make it worthwhile.
Amanda came home for a weekend and I told her about the ranch and suggested that we go together. I mentioned it would be much more enjoyable going with someone. Participation with others was always optional, the women were in charge and no did mean no. So it would be an easy way to check out the lifestyle without any commitment and little discomfort. That particular weekend was really a non-starter. We discussed it but there wasn't enough time to initiate the conversation and make reservations and go in just a weekend. The seeds were planted, now they just needed to germinate.
I was fairly certain that I needed to take Amanda on a "normal" night. One of the big nights might have been too much to start with. Before her next trip home, we agreed to attend and I made the reservations.
We didn't make any personal preparations, no particular wardrobe, but we did bring our own beer. It was a pretty slow night, which was good and Amanda quickly became more comfortable with the whole idea. The house was large with three bedrooms, two of which could be reserved in 30 minute increments. The third bedroom was a public room with three double bed mattresses on the floor. This room was where anything could happen and often observers might be invited to participate. There was also a large atrium with seating areas and a hot tub.
Amanda's comfort level did seem to be tied to the number of beers she drank. The magic number was three. We did observe some activity that seemed to turn Amanda on and we spent an enjoyable time on our own in a private room before heading home.
We went a couple more times on regular nights with no significant action taking place, although Amanda did start dressing more in line with what could be expected in a swinging environment. She was able to find a short dress that had some structure for her boobs so she could scrap the bra. After attending a couple of times Amanda relaxed significantly. I finally convinced her to attend without any panties and no bra. What this really meant is, she was realizing that watching wasn't the only thing she was interested in.