This story is based on real people and real events. It describes a couple's journey from fantasy to real swinging. The journey is not complete, for it has just begun; nor does it traverse along a straight and narrow path. Each person who experiences the alternative lifestyle approaches it in their own time and manner - some jump in with both feet, others barely dip a toe in, while the majority are probably in-between. This is also not a cuckold story. It is a look into the emotions, sensations and tribulations of real people taking their fantasies to the next level.
There are several chapters to this adventure and the first series is portrayed from the wife's point of view. For those interested, there is a thread titled, "Asian wife exploring...true story to be submitted" under the Amateur Pic Feedback forum group. There you will see pictures, some of which are depicted in the story.
Finally, this first attempt at writing erotica could not have happened without many wonderful editors who generously gave their time: talldarkandrandom, wife2hotblkmen, roszezwild. Much appreciation also to McGyver and a very special thank you to RedHead*Muse who put the necessary finishing touches.
Thank you for your interest in our journey and welcome all comments.
Chapter 1: Present day -- 3:00am
I couldn't believe I had done what I just did.
Driving home at three in the morning, my dress crumpled and hair in a mess, my mind was full of conflict. The conflict of relishing an intoxicating two hours of sex with another man -- married, and the guilt racing through my mind as I drove home to Robert, my loving husband of over 15 years. Even though Robert planted the seed of this evening, and we enjoyed our first swingers dance the previous month, I still felt torn.
So many images were flooding my mind -- our college days when Robert and I would fuck every day, spending Sundays in bed screwing each other like rabbits, getting up only to feed our hunger, video-taping our sessions; recently, Robert showing me off on the web cam and the intense orgasms I experienced from talking with men (and women) online.
There was no doubt about the deep love we share for each other. In fact, as the early morning ended with Robert and I falling asleep in each other's arms after having some of our most intense sex ever, my love for him and his for me was stronger than ever before.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Can you tell that I'm still all over the place with the recent events, as I try to put in words the emotions and sensations that consumed me?
I suppose at this point in the story I should put in the requisite description of myself. I'm 41, a mother of three darling children, wife to a loving husband and a businesswoman.
I'm of Asian descent and stand 5'4". I won't give out my weight, for like most women I feel I could stand to lose a few pounds. Having had children, I have a "mummy's tummy", which the female readers who are mothers can relate to -- no matter how much I work out, I just can't seem to get rid of that tiny reminder of bringing children into the world. My breasts are small (about 36B), though Robert says they look like those of someone 20 years younger -- firm and perky, especially with my large hard nipples. Truth be told, I think breast-feeding probably had a lot to do with the shrinkage in size! I have rather large round eyes for an Asian woman; my skin is fair and smooth. I do tan easily and love to get tan lines, as it turns Robert on immensely to be fucking me doggy style and seeing the contrast in color. Like most Asian women, I'm on the slim side, but have curvy hips that allow for good "handling" as Robert says.
Chapter 2 - Two months earlier:
Rob and I have always been vocal in our lovemaking. He would always know what to say, filling my mind with incredibly lustful erotic images to get my juices flowing. Starting a few years ago, most of the "dirty talks" centered on having others join us, and more specifically, me being pleasured by other men and women of all shapes, sizes and color. Ever since college, I've had an active sex life. Once, after fucking my boyfriend at the time, I asked if I could visit his roomie, as I knew he had the hots for me and I was feeling extremely horny that night.
Wrapped in only a thin bed sheet, with baited breath, I slowly opened his roomie's bedroom door and saw the look of delightful surprise on his face. I could tell he had been stroking his cock while he listened to us fucking next door because he had his hand under the blanket and his one knee bent forming a tent.
With a devilish grin and without a word, I dropped the sheet, exposing my young, firm, freshly fucked body. Standing there completely naked, I sauntered over to the edge of his bed, all the time looking straight into his eyes. I was wet from having had orgasms earlier and the anticipation of having another guy touch me, feel me and fill me up shortly afterward, had my whole body charged with excitement.
I don't recall kissing him, as I thought the act of kissing to be that of an intimate show of love for the person -- strange how the mind works. I was about to fuck another guy, to have him taste my juices and to feel his cock grow in my mouth and yet the thought of kissing was almost taboo -- up until recently this perception ruled.
Reaching down, I pulled his blanket off. As I bent over, provocatively absorbing his scent, I took in the shape and size of his cock. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that it seemed to echo in the silent room. All I thought about was his cock, how it looked, felt and smelled different than my boyfriend's.
He was already leaking precum and as I took him in my mouth, the clear slightly sweet liquid coated my tongue and throat. Moaning, I slowly engulfed him, reaching between my legs to feel the wetness drench my fingers. I knew we were both ready -- this was not the time for prolonged foreplay.
Pulling him out of my mouth and using my hand, I gripped him tight around the shaft and gently stroked the head. I told him to put a condom on. He quickly pulled one out of his nightstand drawer, tearing the pouch with his teeth, between moans of pleasure from my continued stroking and sucking.
His cock coated with pre-cum and my saliva made squishing sounds with my hand movement. Stepping back to get ready, he rolled the condom over his cock head and looked up at me. I smiled and leaning close to his face whispered, "I'm going to ride you."
The feeling of having another cock in me right after being fucked hard was incredible. My pussy is on the small side and after I cum I get extremely tight. Even now after having kids, Robert loves how tight I feel after he has given me orgasms with his fingers and enters my pussy.
I rode the roommate slowly, savoring the feeling of having sex with another man. Call it slutty or sleazy or sexy or whatever you want, but to have two men lusting after you at the same time is a turn-on. I picked up my pace, grinding my clit harder against his pubic bone, and feeling myself getting tighter and tighter as his hands roamed upward to cup and squeeze my breasts.
Just as I was about to go over the edge, I felt him grow harder and then explode inside me. I was disappointed that he could not last longer, but he explained that he was so turned on from listening to me and then having me ride him, that he couldn't hold back.
Looking back, I suppose that night was a sign of my desire to have sex with multiple partners. However, after marrying Robert, I had no interest in seeking pleasure from others. In fact, I would not have accepted Robert "ordering from another menu". Both of us were raised in a conservative Asian culture, and marriage was a covenant between a man and a woman, and the union was exclusive.
I won't lie and say that I don't notice other attractive looking men. But for me, that is where it ended -- looking was fine. It was Rob's constant verbal painting of images of me with others that slowly, but surely began to filter into my thoughts as I masturbated or made love to my husband.
One night Robert showed me our profile on a swinger website and the pictures he placed there. He had me sit in the chair in front of the computer desk, while he stood next to me.
"Rob," I screamed horrified, "What did you do? I thought you said you erased those pictures of me and of us?"
"I couldn't get rid of them. You look so damn sexy and you know I love showing you off," he insisted.
"But you promised not to show them. They were for only you," my eyes rapidly scanned the monitor. "Oh god, you didn't put that one up?" pointing to the shot of me lifting my skirt with one hand exposing my shaved pussy with a thin landing strip, and the other pulling down my top and cupping my breast.
"Yup. And they love it," Robert replied.
"What! Others have already seen them?" as I pushed him off the chair, clicking the mouse madly. "Oh that one of me in the peach panties is nice. And that one of me holding the fishnet shawl over my naked front turned out kind of good... hmmm, not bad. They actually look sexy... and you hid my tummy. Thank you for that," as I playfully punched Robert. "But what if someone recognizes me?"
"I only put up the ones that don't show our faces. Besides, I already chatted with some couples about the swingers' dance and they said you looked hot. And the other part of it that I liked was that these people are just your everyday average people. They could be neighbors. Sue, look at their profiles. See this one...curiousfuncouple is their user name. They are in their forties, have kids, are professionals and require discretion. See, just like us baby," Robert explained.
"I don't know about all this," I said, nervously.
"Honey, the one thing that struck out at me was that 'no' means 'no'. There is no sex at the dance since it's in a public venue, even though it's rented out for private use. People will do a lot of touching and booty grinding and maybe some flashing of the boobs, but if you say 'no' they will stop," he said.
"And there is no sex?" I queried.
"Nope. Mind you, if you like someone then you can make arrangements for afterwards, but these dances are mostly for meeting other couples into swinging," Robert reassured me.
"I like that - the part of 'no' I mean. And as for the sex, well we'll see," I stated, as my reservations were slowly dwindling.
Around the same time, I met a client, a Hungarian named Nikolai. I knew right away he desired to get inside my panties (actually my preference is thongs). I shared this with Rob, since I knew he loved the thought of other men (and women) lusting after me.
