It had been a full month since Cindy and I had crashed a swingers party by accident. A blizzard had forced us to abandon plans to go home and fate had forced us to stop at the big new house. They had obviously been having a party and we were out of options. The party had been an orgy and we had spent the night there until the plows had paved the way home.
Neither of us had even thought about swinging before that night. I know I had had fantasies of being in some of those situations, but I had never considered it seriously. I guess I had always liked porn on occasion, but never felt a compunction to go get much of it. I think Cindy was in the same boat. She had fantasies but never the energy or time to seriously chase those thoughts.
Several things surprised me. That night I was surprised at how aroused and horny Cindy had become. No we didn't have sex with anyone else, but she had been a tiger toward me. We had never been nudists or anything but we had both felt natural about nudity that night. Not only had we not been self conscious, but we had both been turned on. We had both been aroused watching other people fuck and Cindy had obviously been turned on by having other people watch us make love.
The main thing that surprised me was that Cindy didn't talk about it. She never brought up the subject and when I did, she just dismissed it. She didn't pretend that it never happened, just seemed to put no significance to it. I wasn't surprised that neither of us felt any guilt, hell we only made love to each other. What did surprise me was that she didn't acknowledge how turned on she had been.
The funniest part was that I knew that that night had had a very significant effect on Cindy. It was apparent in the bedroom. There had not been a night since that Cindy had not practically attacked me. She didn't always wait till bed time either! We'd been married for 20 years and we moved into this house when the kids were just starting school. In all that time we'd never made love on the kitchen table before! I had always thought that our coffee table was solidly constructed, but I have discovered that it is kind of wobbly when a couple bounces on it a bit!
It was a Wednesday that it all came out in the open. Cindy had beat me home from work and she was already in the middle of making us a steak dinner. I didn't say anything just watched her sexy butt working at dinner. I saw the flush on her cheeks when she kissed me and the stack of mail on the table.
Most of it was the usual collection of bills and junk mail but one letter was stuck aside unopened. I glanced at it and saw that it was from Ron and Diane. I knew who it was from immediately even though I had never known their last names. The next thing I noticed was that it had no stamp. It had been hand delivered but how was that possible? They knew we were neighbors but I didn't think that they knew our last names or exactly where we lived.
I decided that Cindy knew all about that letter and that I'd just pretend I hadn't seen it until she told me about it. It might make her talk about it. I stacked the mail and moved it off the table as I set it for dinner.
There was a real flush of excitement on Cindy's face and I knew her well enough to know that something was bursting to get out. We ate dinner in near silence. I was waiting for her to start this conversation. She didn't. I continued to pretend that I had just stacked all the mail and put it aside without noticing the letter from Diane and Ron. The flush on Cindy's face just got deeper and deeper. I nearly chuckled to myself.
I'd done a lot of thinking in the last month. All that soul searching had led me in circles. I didn't really know what I felt about the swinging scene. That one experience had left me turned on, but then we had not been fully involved it the activities. No matter what Cindy said, I wouldn't be upset.
We finished dinner and started the cleanup. Cindy washed, I dried. I groped, damn Cindy has such nice tits! I just couldn't resist.
Finally, the work was done and Cindy threw her arms around me and gave me one deep passionate kiss. She was dying to get into this conversation but she wanted me to start it. I let her stew.
"Hun, did you see the invitation from Ron and Diane?"
"No, I guess I didn't." I still pretended I didn't know. Invitation, I thought, Cindy definitely knew much more than she was telling!
"I had lunch with Diane today." Cindy told me. My mind whirled. How had Diane found her? "In fact I've been having lunch with her at least once a week, since we met them. I felt sorry for her. Ron works in Chicago and he's gone most of the week. She doesn't know anyone here. So I have been having lunch with her."
"The invitation is for their Valentine's day party, but Diane wants us to come over tonight and talk about it. I thought it would be fun. What do you think, honey?" I studied her face. I saw lots of emotions there. Fear of my potential anger. The thrill of my positive reaction! I decided that we had not talked about this. I felt a slight resentment, not at the idea but that Cindy had not talked to me before and obviously it had been important to her.
"Oh? And you want to go?" I tried hard not to show anything in the sound of my voice or the look on my face. I had seen Diane in all her glory, in action even and I must confess that I was slightly interested.
Cindy was almost squirming in her chair. I knew her too well, she was trying to be as matter of fact as I was, but failing. "Yes, I want to go!" The enthusiasm leaked through her attempt at deadpan response. "They don't know anyone in town and it would just be neighborly of us to go."
"It seemed they knew plenty of people when we were there before Christmas."
"Yes, but all those people were from Chicago, they don't know anyone here."
