Be Careful What You Wish For

First off, I want to say that I love my husband. I have never loved anyone else. Whatever you think of what happened, don't doubt that I have always been completely happy with my husband and our marriage. Also, I want to make it clear that I understand that everything that happened is my fault.

When this story starts, my husband, Tim, was 26. I'm Faith and was 25 then. Tim and I were high school sweethearts and were always together. We married when I graduated college three years earlier. I've been very happy. I was with the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Our sex life was....frequent. Tim sometimes, a lot of the time, finished before I did. But that was my fault. I must have been doing something wrong. So I'd just wait for him to go to sleep and finish myself. No problem.

I went to college and studied Horticultural Science and landscape design. Tim went into his father's business after he graduated high school. His father owns a landscaping company which offered landscaping services and maintenance. The clients would tell Tim's father what they want and where and Tim's father would purchase the flowers, trees and bushes, plant and maintain them. Tim's and my plan was to add to his business by offering clients complete landscaping services. We would design, implement and maintain the client's landscape. That's why I took the classes in college I did. This would bring us of wealthier clients with larger estates and bigger jobs. Perhaps even landscaping for new apartment complexes, hotels and resorts. People want nice yards but have only vague notions of how to make that happen. They need help in actual design and implementation. That's where we come in.

Tim and I were both employees of Tim's father. But his father wanted to play more golf, so he turned day to day management over to Tim. I concentrated on design while Tim implemented my designs and maintained the sites. We began to make a name for ourselves and were beginning to do well. That's when Brad and Angie contacted us.

Brad and Angie recently purchased a home in an very upscale neighborhood. They have lots of land. They wanted a large garden with a path through it, benches in the garden and shade trees. They had a rough idea of where they wanted the garden but didn't have a clue about what trees and plants, bushes and flowers, they needed to make it work. So they heard about us and gave us a call.

I set up an appointment for Tim and I to meet them and look at their property one Sunday morning in late January last year. Brad and Angie were in their early thirties. They both looked like movie stars. Brad is tall, maybe 6'3", blond and handsome. Handsome may understate Brad's looks. Angie looks like a model. She's also tall, about 5'10", and thin with black hair. She's absolutely stunning. They are both fit, great bodies to match their faces. They were very friendly, funny, and charming. I liked them both immediately.

Tim and I walked the property with them. They outlined what they wanted and where. Most of the work would be in the back of the house, surrounding their swimming pool, but they also wanted to do the front of their house as well. Big bucks for us.

After we spent over an hour going over their ideas, they invited Tim and me to lunch. During lunch, I asked, "What's the concept behind your garden? What do want to accomplish?"

Angie replied, "We want to be able to spend time in the garden, get away from everything and just enjoy the peace and quiet of nature. A sort of nature walk." She smiled and continued, "We also want to make our friends jealous. We want them to be in awe of what we....I guess what you guys, create. Plus, we want some shade for the pool area."

Brad said, "We also want privacy from our neighbors. The property is pretty large, but our pool is still visible to the neighbors behind us. We want to sunbathe, swim, have parties in privacy. We don't want to put up a large fence. So we want a backyard that's awesome but also acts as a barrier to any prying eyes."

I said, "We can plant trees and bushes that will eventually block your neighbor's view, but it will be a few years before they're big enough to give you privacy. You may have to put up a fence or some barrier until the trees grow out. The same with shade from trees. It will take them some time to grow. And you can't have them too close to the pool. It would be a nightmare keeping your pool clean."

I was curious so I said, "Your rear neighbor is pretty far away, and they have a fence. Your neighbors to the sides can't see your pool from their houses. You're too far set back from them. Why are you so concerned about privacy?"

Brad replied, "The neighbor behind us can still see us. Angie doesn't believe in bathing suits. A lot of our friends also don't bother with them. Our parties can get pretty wild. We're not ashamed or embarrassed but we'd just as soon not have our neighbors watching." Brad laughed, "We don't want to be the talk of the town and believe me, we would be."

I must have blushed, so Angie, smiling, said, "With your figure, Faith, you'd be the center of attention if you went au naturel." Angie looked at Tim, her smile brightened a little, and said, "You also have nothing to be embarrassed about. The pool has the temporary enclosure and is heated. We could all go for a swim right now. How about it?"

I got probably even more flushed and said, "I don't think I'm ready for that. We'll go back to the office and come up with pricing and a contract for the design plans. Then we can get started. We want both of you intimately involved in all parts of this project but especially the planning. The back and forth to come up with the perfect design may take a while. When you approve of the design, we'll provide pricing for the materials and labor. You want us to finish by Memorial Day. Depending on how quickly the planning goes, that should not be a problem. We should have a preliminary plan for the site in a few days."

We agreed I'd be back with a proposal Wednesday evening. As we were walking out the front door, Angie smiled and said, "We have every intention of being intimately involved with you." She laughed and said, "Bye."

Driving home, Tim asked, "What was that? They're going to be intimately involved with us? Does she mean sex with us? And what do you think happens at their parties."

"I don't know and don't want to know. They're very friendly. Maybe too friendly. We have to be careful with them. But, boy, are they good looking. They should both be in the movies."

Tim said, "But do you think she wants to have sex with me? She said something about me not having to be embarrassed. Is that what she's getting at?" I shrugged but my antennae went up. Angie was getting Tim all hot and bothered.

Wednesday evening, I knocked on their door. It was answered by a young, pretty girl in her early twenties. Petite, maybe 5'3", with long blond hair and green eyes. I asked for Angie and Brad and she had me come in and wait in their living room. After a few minutes, they appeared, Angie in a short silk robe and Brad only in shorts. Brad's body is incredible. He must be in the gym all day. From what I could see of Angie, she was probably at the gym with him. I had the feeling I had interrupted their play time.

Angie came up and kissed me on the cheek. Brad smiled and said hello. They sat on the couch across from me and Angie called, "Mary, can you get us each a glass of wine? Faith, red or white?"

"Nothing for me. Thanks. Wine makes me drunk and sleepy after a few sips. I'll never get through this meeting if I have wine."

Angie said, "Wine makes me horny. Doesn't it Mary?" Mary and Angie smiled at each other. "Two red wines honey." Mary came back and handed a wine glass to each of them. Angie put her hand on the girl's hip and said, "Thanks sweetie." And to me, "Mary's a treasure. Isn't she beautiful? She's a pleasure to have around. She's making noises about leaving us after she finishes school. We may have to lock her in the basement to get her to stay." Mary smiled, crossed her wrists and held them out to Angie. Like she was offering to be tied up. Mary laughed and said, "Don't tempt me." She told Mary, "I'm going to deal with you later." Mary wiggled her eyebrows up and down, turned and danced her way out of the room. Yeah, actually danced.

Brad said, "Talk about beautiful. How'd you get to be so gorgeous Faith? Smart, beautiful and funny. You have it all. Don't you think she's lovely honey?" Angie nodded and Brad continued, "Tim is a very lucky man. Make sure you tell him that every chance you get. Or I will."

This was very embarrassing for me and probably for Angie too. He was praising me, another woman, in front of his wife who, on a scale from one to ten, is at least an eleven or twelve. I said, "You're lucky to be with Angie. She's the one who's gorgeous."

Angie said, "I agree with everything Brad said. You are delectable. I could eat you up." Angie adjusted her seat on the couch and her robe opened. She didn't try to close it. No panties so I could see she was completely bald. I wondered how often she had to get a wax to stay like that. Probably every few days, at least once a week. I also wondered how much it cost to maintain it. And how much it hurt to get it done.

I thought it was time to move on and said, "I brought a proposal for the cost of the design. If you approve the proposal, I have a contract prepared. This is just for the design work." I proceeded with going through the proposal. Basic stuff. "We'll work on a design together until you're completely happy with the plan. Then I'll give you pricing on implementation of the plan. You will own the design I do so you can take it to another landscape company if you wish. But I hope you'll stick with us." They agreed and signed the contract and gave me a deposit. "I'll be back with tentative drawings in a few days. I've thought about it and have some ideas. It's best to meet during the day. I want you guys to look over the plans but also walk with me around the property with my drawings in hand."

We agreed that Tim and I would be back when I had something for them to look at. Angie said, "We'll go swimming and then we can have dinner together. Suits are optional."

Brad said, "If you're worried, I'll wear a suit. I'll also try to convince Angie to put on.... something. Unless you and Tim don't mind."

I said, "I'll talk to Tim. But yeah, bathing suits please."

Angie asked, "Are you free Saturday? Saturday's my spa day and I'd like you to come with me. I'll pay for everything. I insist that you accompany me. If you don't, we'll rip up the contract right now. I'm just kidding but I'd really like you to come with me. My treat. You won't regret it."

Tim was behind on a project so he'd be out with his crew working Saturday and Sunday. Saturdays, we go over the books. Pay what we owe vendors and figure out who owes us what. I should probably stay home and do that. But Angie and Brad intrigued me. Especially Angie. I have never met anyone like her. So far out of my experience she could been from another planet. I though a day with her at a spa would be fun. And interesting. Plus, we like to bond with our clients. The books can wait.

I said, "I'd like that, but I'll pay for myself."

"If you insist on paying for yourself then I take back the invitation. I'm inviting you and I'm paying or you're not coming. Period." I agreed to let Angie pay.

Angie picked me up Saturday morning. The spa was a nice one. We undressed in a locker room. I wore panties and a terrycloth robe. Angie doesn't wear panties. Angie doesn't have an ounce of flab on her body. Really, she is perfect. Angie picked up two towels and handed one to me. The spa catered only to women but there were men employees. Angie didn't seem to mind. Neither did they.

First up was the jacuzzi. I had to take off my panties to get in. Angie said, "You're pretty hairy. We're going to take care of that today. You won't believe how good it feels. After you're finished of course. Not so great when they're pulling your hair out. But it's worth it. You'll see. And Tim will love it."

Angie continued, "Why do you wear those oversized tops and jeans? You have a beautiful body but you hide all your assets. Why don't you wear clothes that show off what you have? Wear more sexy outfits? Also, you don't wear makeup, just lip gloss. You should try putting on makeup. You're stunning without any makeup, but you'll feel like a different woman. You'll love the attention you'll get from Tim and everyone else who sees you."

"I like wearing clothes that are comfortable. I'm fine with just lip gloss. I don't want that kind of attention. As long as Tim finds me attractive, I'm good." But Angie's comment on my clothes and makeup bothered me. I'm not sure why. I can't compete with Angie in looks but I didn't want to look like her dumpy, frumpy, side-kick friend like in the movies.

Next up was the massage. We were next to each other in a room that was curtained off. Thank God they were female masseuses. I'm not sure what I would have told Tim if mine were a man. There would be no more massages, that's for sure.

We were on our stomachs and Angie looked over at me. "I bet you're wondering what our parties are like but you're afraid to ask."

"I can't help but be curious but I don't want to pry."

"Brad and I are swingers. We usually swing with just one other couple but, on occasion, there's more than just one. Our parties are swinger parties where people meet, pair off, or go off with more than pairs, and enjoy one another."

I wasn't that surprised by this but I was curious, "So you have an open marriage?"

"Sort of. Open marriages are more like each spouse goes on dates separately. Normally, Brad and I swing together. We may or may not be in the same room together, but we're usually in the same house or at the same party. Sometimes we go out on dates alone but never without the other's prior knowledge and consent. That would be cheating."

I snorted. I couldn't help it. Angie continued, "No, I'm serious. That would be cheating. We set down ground rules. Being open and honest about what we're doing is rule number one. If one of us is uncomfortable with what the other one going out on a particular date or with a particular person, we talk about it in advance. But Brad ultimately has veto power over who I see. I have the same veto power over Brad. Neither of us have ever used a veto but we have it. A violation, not getting approval in advance, would be cheating.

"Have you ever thought about swinging Faith? Being with someone other than Tim? It's exciting just thinking about it, isn't it. I'm sure Tim would enjoy it. Brad certainly does."

I wanted to change the discussion from Tim and me and back to Angie and Brad. "What happens if one of you decide you don't want to be swingers anymore? That it's no longer working for one of you?

Angie said, "I can't imagine that either of us would want to give up the lifestyle."

"But just say one of you did. What happens? Divorce?

"You mean one of us gives the other an ultimatum? Either we're monogamous or we're divorcing. I would never say that to Brad. If Brad decided that he no longer wanted to swing and told me I had to give it up or our marriage is over, I'm not sure what I would do. I love Brad but I'm not monogamous by nature. Our marriage would probably end. But that will never happen. We love this way of life. When we reconnect after we've been with others, it's just wonderful. It's like make up sex, return from being away sex and anticipation sex all rolled into one. Part of the thrill of being with others is the even bigger thrill of being with Brad afterward. He feels the same way. Neither of us is offering the other any ultimatums. Both of us realize that monogamy isn't for us. And with all the cheating that married couples do, its clear monogamy isn't for most people."

"Aren't you afraid of getting something? How do you prevent disease?"

"There's a list or group of people who swing. We stick with that group plus referrals. We're with a couple who tell us about another couple who they enjoyed. We contact the other couple and if we all agree, we hook up. First timers are always welcome. You and Tim are more than welcome if you want to try it. But for the most part, these are people who have at least some experience with swinging. Most of us use protection. Those who don't get tested regularly. Brad and I get tested regularly. It's not something I worry a lot about. A married couple with a wayward spouse can also get an STD. The difference is he or she is afraid to do anything about it because of the potential fallout. How do you explain your STD to your clueless, cheated on spouse? We know it's possible but there's nothing to hide so we're careful before and after.

"What about you? Have you thought about being with other men? Or with women? Have you talked about it with Tim? Is it something you guys might want to try? Brad is drooling over you and I'd like to try out Tim. And you."

"I would never want to be with anyone else but Tim. I'm sure he feels the same way. I hope we can stay friends, but Tim and I will never participate in swinging."

Angie laughed and said, "I'm not so prejudiced that I don't have friends who, like you, have weird, perverted ideas about relationships. Even though you're so deluded that you believe monogamy is a virtue, or even possible, I consider you my friend. But once you try swinging, you won't go back. It was the best thing that happened to Brad and me. If it weren't for swinging, he and I probably wouldn't have survived as a couple." Then Angie asked, "How many guys have you been with?"

"Just Tim. I've never been with anyone else."

"Are you serious? You're, what, 25 and only been with one man? You went to college. How did you get through four years without trying other guys? How is that even possible?"

"Tim and I were high school sweethearts. There has never been anyone else for me. There's no one else I wanted to sleep with. Tim has been my one and only."

"What about Tim?"

"As far as I know, I'm Tim's one and only too."

"Unbelievable. You've now become my new project."

"Tim and I are never going to be swingers."

Angie smiled and said, "We'll see."

After the wonderful massage, we had facials. Then the steam room and then back to the jacuzzi. Then, Angie announced, "Time for waxing." She pulled me into a room and told me to take off everything and lie down. A woman came into the room and Angie said to me, "You can choose to have a thin line." She touched me with her index finger just above my vagina and drew a straight line up through my pubic hair. "Or you can do a triangle." Angie drew a triangle in my pubic hair with her finger. "Or she can cut Tim's initials into your hair but that's really tacky. Or you can be completely bald like me." She sort of ran the tips of her fingers through my pubic hair and left her hand there, plucking at my hair. "Which do you think Tim will like best?"

"Tim will think I've lost my mind. Let's do this before I come to my senses. I'll go with bald. In for a penny, in for a pound." The rooms were separated by curtains. Angie went through the curtain for her own wax while the woman went to work on me. It did hurt. Really hurt.

Angie needed only a touch up so she was back watching while the woman finished with me. Angie said, "I couldn't tell before because of all the hair but your lips are mostly inside like mine. You're an innie like me. Yours is very pretty. You should show it off more."

"Yeah, right. I'll start visiting clients bottomless. That should be good for business." I thought, "It probably would increase sales." We showered, dressed and I told Angie I have a preliminary drawing of the garden for them to look over. We agreed I'd come over the next morning, Sunday, to go over the plans with Brad and her. Angie also invited us to dinner that Sunday night. I really enjoyed myself. I really enjoyed being with Angie. She's crazy but a lot of fun.