My wife's relationship with her cyber-lover seemed to be getting on very well indeed. Tina was now having a full-fledged online sexual affair with Morris. They exchanged e-mails frequently, and there were times when I caught her browsing some of the hot porn sites obviously recommended by him.
And there was no reason for me to complain. I was thoroughly enjoying the sizzling fallout from my wife's online sexual encounters. I really didn't mind having a sexually supercharged slut wife around the house. And I looked forward always to helping her conclude her mental escapades and fantasies with some wild physical sex.
I had stopped reading Tina's communications with Morris, but she loved keeping me updated with detailed accounts of the more interesting messages from him.
Apparently Morris had become not only my wife's lover but also her love guru. And he made a special effort to preach to her the joys of having more than just one sexual partner.
He gave her some practical advice on how we could go about opening up our marriage and arranging a sexual rendezvous with another couple. He suggested the use of aids such as adult movies, adult literature and the digital camera in the process of developing extramarital relationships.
Morris emphasized the importance of us going into the realm of open sex as a couple with mutual love, understanding and trust. Even in Tina's relationship with him, he encouraged her to imagine me being sexually involved with his wife Alicia. He told Tina that the idea of me fucking his wife got him really turned on.
Tina was very excited when Morris attached a photograph of himself with one of his e-mails. At least now her lover had a face, and she could picture the person who was making love to her.
"Maybe I should reciprocate his gesture," she muttered almost to herself as we lay in bed one night.
"If you are asking for my approval, I think you should," I responded, "I can imagine how frustrating it must be for him to keep making love to a faceless partner."
The following day Tina sent him a photograph of herself showing only her face, and the next e-mail from Morris was packed with expressions of utter excitement. Apparently her beauty simply overwhelmed him and went far beyond his expectations.
While Morris continued to work wonders on my wife, tearing down her doubts and inhibitions, I played my own little role in promoting a more open sort of attitude in our marriage.
I encouraged Tina to dress more seductively and to be more flirtatious with the guys out there. I loved to see how the chaps responded to her enticing mannerism. And I was quite pleased with the way she could get heads turning with her new image.
Something that I didn't miss to notice was the pile of DVDs next to the DVD player. She now had this passion for watching adult movies, especially the ones about married couples swapping partners or indulging in group sex. Sometimes she watched these movies with me, while at other times she would watch them on her own. Either way they provided enough fodder for a good hot fuck later in the night.
There was no secret about Tina's indulgence in self-gratification. She would unashamedly play with herself while reading the e-mail from Morris. She had no qualms whatsoever about masturbating in my presence while browsing the porn sites or while watching the adult movies. And whenever I got to her pussy, it was always drenched.
"When are we going up to the next level?" Tina asked quite casually, as we lay exhausted in bed one Friday night after an unusually long and heavy session.
"Well, it depends on how soon we find our suitable playmates," I replied, "I would love to get it going as soon as possible. But I wouldn't want it to end up in any embarrassing mess."
"Morris feels that we should avoid familiar people in our first try," Tina continued in her casual manner, "He feels that the response can be unpredictable, and the whole thing can backfire."
"How predictable can things be with strangers? And how do we make contact with them?"
"I know you are a little tensed up about the whole thing, darling. I'm also no less nervous. Morris suggested a number of ways to find a suitable willing couple that won't leave us disappointed in our first venture into this lifestyle. Even if things don't come up to the mark the very first time it won't really matter."
"Okay, what did your lover boy have to offer?"
"His cock! What else?" Tina spurted out, almost in exasperation.
I was dumbstruck for a while, stunned by my wife's sudden explicit outburst. But I understood her predicament and decided to go along with her manner of talking.
"What about his hot thick fertile sperm?" I retorted, trying to sound very serious.
Now it was Tina's turn to be taken aback. But she realized very quickly that I was only teasing her.
"Oh, I would love that ..." she said with a far away look in her eyes.
Then she looked at me again, and went on in a more serious tone, "Morris suggested that we should go to a swingers club."
"Go to a what?"
"A swingers club. You know, where couples get together and free themselves of their marital bonds, swap partners and enjoy extramarital sex in a harmonious and conducive environment."
I had heard of swingers clubs, but I had never brought up the subject with my wife. I didn't think that she would be receptive to the idea. But Morris seemed to have hit the right note with his suggestion.
"You wouldn't mind being intimate with total strangers," I asked, "I thought you would have preferred someone familiar."
"I always thought that I would be more at ease with someone familiar. But now I've got second thoughts. Maybe Morris changed my mind. The whole idea is to go for it the first time without worrying about offending anyone. Good intimate fun with no strings attached, no pressure and no coercion."
I tended to agree with the whole idea. Morris was definitely doing a good job as my wife's sex guru.
"We can give it a try," I said.
The very next day we began to search the Internet for swingers clubs in our area. I was not even sure if there were any. We were pleasantly surprised to find five such clubs listed on one of the sites devoted to the swinging lifestyle.
We went through the individual websites of the listed clubs, patiently comparing notes - the setup, the rules and the modus operandi. One particular club -- called "The Nest" - caught our attention, and we decided to check it out. What impressed us about this club was the extra emphasis it gave to accommodating newbies.
I was feeling quite nervous when I called up the mobile phone number provided on the website, but was immediately put at ease by the very sweet female voice that attended to my call. She was even more comforting and reassuring after realizing that we were new to the game.
"Come and enjoy the night at your own pace," she said, "We provide a totally relaxed environment with no form of compulsion whatsoever. And we encourage a lot of interaction among our guests. Our concept is especially suited for couples who are just beginning to explore their boundaries."
According to the girl on the phone, a couples party was organized every Saturday night. Each get-together was limited to a maximum of only twenty couples. Most sessions recorded a full house.
Since one slot for a couple was still available, we registered to attend the party on the following Saturday. Further instructions were sent to us by e-mail.
We were instructed to be present for dinner at one of the restaurants in town by 7.30 pm. Dress code was 'smart casual' for the men and 'provocatively sexy' for the ladies. It was a bring-your-own-drinks kind of affair.
Tina decided to wear the same dress that she had worn to Paradise Lounge, with matching black high heels. I agreed with her choice.
"Don't forget to wear your panties this time," I teased her.
"I'll have to find a suitable type," she said, "But I'm not wearing a bra this time."
Tina looked stunning and really sexy as the two of us walked hand-in-hand into the restaurant. I felt a tinge of pride and realized what a head-turner my wife had become. She was really tensed up inside, but outwardly she gave an air of absolute confidence.
Over a light buffet meal, we had the opportunity to get acquainted with some of the other couples. Most of the men kept complimenting Tina about her looks and her dress. I was quite preoccupied checking out the other ladies. It was amazing how some of the other ladies were dressed, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. It was a fairly respectable crowd, mostly professionals, with the guys in the 30-60 age group and the gals in the 30-50 age group. We were relieved to note that most of them were first-timers.
Just before 9 o'clock the whole group boarded a coach for a short drive to 'The Nest' which was actually a modified single-storey bungalow with a perimeter wall high enough to ensure total privacy.
Once inside, the newcomers were given a short briefing on the layout of the place. Each couple was allotted a locker for valuables and other extra stuff. We were advised to deposit our bottle of whiskey at the bar.
The hostess reminded us that this was a couples party, and we were expected to stick together and enjoy the night as a couple. The dress code was clothes-optional in all areas of the club except for the main lounge where guests were required to be adequately covered.
The starting point for the night's activities was the main lounge, which was like any normal nightspot with soft lighting, sofa seats for the couples, a bar, a small dance floor and recorded background music. A large-screen TV mounted on one of the walls was continuously churning out some very adult stuff.
Tina and I took a little walkabout just to check out the scene. One door at the side of the main lounge opened into a wet area with lockers, shower cubicles, a jacuzzi and a small open-air swimming pool. Another door led into the Erotic Zone which was in fact a very tastefully decorated lounge and play area in the back portion of the bungalow. This Erotic Zone was also directly accessible from the wet area.
Some of the regular guests were already preparing to get into the pool, while there were others heading for the Erotic Zone. The newcomers preferred to mingle around in the main lounge, mostly around the bar area and on the dance floor.
