My husband and I would often fantasize about having other people join us in bed. While we made love, we would talk about how good it would feel to have extra hands, mouths, pussies and cocks. We made some trips to strip clubs and we shared some lap dances. We were both so turned on by these experiences that we decided to take the next step and actually have someone join us in our bed.
We joined some swinger sites and began a daily routine of reading the numerous emails we received. I was completely excited by the idea of swinging, but at the same time I was so nervous. I wanted to do it, but I was truly unsure whether I could go through with it.
My husband was fully ready to take the plunge and felt very comfortable with the idea of the lifestyle. The fact that I knew how turned on my husband got by seeing me flirt with other men helped me out a lot. I asked him if he would mind starting out by having a man join us so I could ease into it a bit. He readily agreed and we chose a man to invite. We made it clear that he was for me and the goal of the night was for me to derive pleasure from each of them.
The night was incredible. I was very nervous and uncomfortable, but did enjoy the feel of the new man. I was able to relax with the feel of my husbands cock inside of me and had a great orgasm. My husband enjoyed the encounter as well and we quickly found man number two to join us.
We had a few of these experiences and each one was better than the one before. We kept talking about having a woman join us, but I could not get past my feelings of jealousy. I just couldn't get to a point where I felt ok to see my husband enjoy another woman much less have me enjoy her which was what I knew he wanted.
I began to feel very selfish after we experienced our third man. I was feeling very comfortable now and I really did want to bring my husband any pleasure that I could. I started to look at the profiles of single woman on the swinger sites. I found women that I thought were pretty and seemed nice, but as soon I thought of her mouth on my husbands cock or his hands and mouth on her I would become upset.
One morning I asked my husband to tell me about his dreams from the previous night. Every one he told me about had the same theme. Another woman was in bed with us. He told me in fine detail every action that took place and to my amazement I didn't get upset. Not only did I not get upset, but I found myself getting a bit excited. For the first time ever, I desired to see my husband enjoy another woman.
That settled it. I got back on the sites and picked out a few women I thought my husband would like. I chatted with a few and found one that I was pretty sure my husband would go wild for and who I felt very comfortable with. I showed her profile to my husband and got the thumbs up to invite her over.
I was very excited. I knew how much he was looking forward to the experience. It had been 16 years since he had sexual contact with anyone other than me. I wanted to give him this gift and see him reach a new level of ecstasy.
The day of our meeting arrived and I could not stop thinking about it. My hands and mouth were all over my husband each time I saw him. I was so charged and filled with anticipation. I knew he felt the same way. Probably even more so.
Unfortunately, as the nighttime arrived my nerves got the best of me. I thought, " There is no way I can go through with this! I can't see him fuck someone else and I sure as hell will not touch a woman or have her touch me." I felt miserable and sick. I forced myself to calm down and took some deep breaths. "He has been so generous to me," I thought, " I want to do the same for him. I can get through this. I'll keep my hands and mouth on him with my eyes closed or focused on him. I don't have to touch her and she doesn't have to touch me." I started to feel a bit better.
I drew a large hot bath filled almost to overflowing with bubbles. I stepped in and slid my body down into the steamy water. The water on my skin felt good and I started to relax a bit more. I blew at the bubbles and watched them fly around just like I did as a little girl. It made me laugh and I felt even better.
I blew the bubbles off one of my breasts. I felt the warmth of my breath caress my nipple. The warmth was rapidly replaced by the coolness of the air as the water and bubbles flew off. My nipple was then once again submerged beneath the warm water. It felt wonderful. I blew the bubbles off the other breast and experienced the same wonderful sensation.
I was really starting to loosen up now. I began to fantasize about having my husband join me in the tub. I thought of his strong hands gliding over my soapy body with the feel of his chest against my back as I leaned against him. I placed my finger on my clit and gently rubbed trying to fool myself into thinking it was his fingers I was feeling.
My pussy started to throb and I inserted a finger. I was becoming quite aroused so I started to imagine the finger belonging not to my husband, but to the woman who would be joining us in just a little while. I rubbed a breast and pinched the nipple with my free hand. I heard myself moan and felt that I was now ready to face the evening.
I got out of the tub, dried off and put on a lace teddy. I went in search of my husband and as soon as I found him I placed my finger in his mouth. He immediately sucked hard and enjoyed the taste of my pussy.
The doorbell rang. He went to answer but I stopped him. "This night is for you," I told him. "You sit and relax and let me wait on you."
I had butterflies in my stomach as I walked to the door. I nervously opened it and invited her in. She was quite beautiful. She had long shiny black hair which was very softly swept back. She had green eyes and large pouty lips. Her tits were quite huge and very full. She had a curvaceous body and a warm look to her.
She came in and sat down. I served drinks all around and realized that I drank mine rather quickly. I was becoming too nervous sitting here making small talk. I realized that I had better get things started or I would lose my nerve. I said, "Is anyone other than me ready to move this upstairs?"
My husband, being the wonderfully sensitive man that he is, responded, "If you're sure that is what you would like."
I told him yes and we all ascended the stairs and entered our bedroom. I had previously dimmed the lights and lit candles. The room looked and smelled erotic.