We are swingers and have been for a while but we are not traditional swingers in the truest sense...if there is such a thing for swingers. We started swinging for the same reasons that most couples do..we love to fuck. Sharing fantasies in bed led to finding places to live them out. The experience did wonders to keep the spark alive in our marriage. But as I said, we are not traditional swingers. Our unique swinger style evolved from a deep desire to cheat on each other without fully cheating. We call it Date Night.
Date Night is pretty simple. We both have a few "friends" we maintain for those times we need to have a sexual experience outside of our marriage. We keep each other informed of our friends and each of us have the right to vote a member of the other's list "off the island" if we become uncomfortable with the relationship. Any emails that we write to our "friends" are always blind copied to each other. We get off on reading these very flirty and often dirty emails. Sometime we help each other craft them knowing what the other sex wants to read. The end result of these emails is to set up a date night. Date nights always end in sex; occasionally even in threesomes.
Dates usually start at a hotel's bar or a bar near a hotel. The night starts with one of us meeting our date for drinks. The other spouse would show up later and observe from nearby in the bar or sometimes joining the "couple" for drinks. The couple being Kay or I with our date for the night. After some time relaxing and flirty dialogue, the couple would then go to the room where they could do anything with the partner. But the bedroom portion of the date could only last one hour. The couple only had one hour to fuck before the other spouse would enter the room. This was our brand of swinging and we enjoyed the experience. It allowed us the freedom to enjoy pure sex with another person but culminate the event with our spouse.
The last date night was an incredible event. One that may never, could ever, be topped or relived again. It was my wife's turn for her date night. And it was with her favorite date, Jake. Jake was a nice guy and almost a friend to the family; as much as a friend you can have with a guy who is fucking your wife. The truth is I liked Jake and trusted him with my wife Kay. He was a bit shorter than me. He was in pretty good shape. I enjoyed watching him with Kay.
I know many of you are critical of a guy like me; a husband who not only allows his wife to fuck other men but enjoys it when she does. It is not because I am a closet gay; far from it. I am about a manly as a man there is. I have often been called ruggedly handsome and have led men in combat. To me Kay is a work of art. She is beautiful and when she makes love or has sex, it is like a living piece of art. To be able to step back and watch her as she becomes a vessel of pleasure; it is incredible. And it leaves me wanting her even more if that is possible.
Her date with Jake took place at one of the hotels we liked to visit. Kay got there early and checked in. She left a key for me at the front desk. As I finished up work, she dolled herself in the room. Some date nights she will allow me to help her get ready. Sometimes I would help shave her very beautiful pussy knowing that soon it would be violated by another man's cock. I would often give it a good luck kiss. I would help pick out her lingerie and clothes. I knew the look Kay would go for; outwardly mildly conservative but naughty/slutty under the cover. She would wear shorter skirts with slits that would hint at her thigh high stockings. She would wear lacy bras. Kay always made sure that the buttons on her blouse showed lace and cleavage. And cleavage she had; Kay was blessed with a great pair of breasts. She was a 36DD and with a thin waist and slender hips. She stood at 5' 8" without her heals. But that night Kay was alone as she prepared herself for the evening ahead. Being a sweetheart, she sent cell phone pictures of herself in various states of dress to tease me as I finished up at the office.
I took a shower at the office after I finished up work. I knew the timeline was tight and I would not be able to meet her before her date started. I liked that sometimes. I took the elevator down to street level and called a cab. Traffic was bad and it took a bit longer to get to the hotel. By the time I got there she was already at the bar. She texted me before she left the room letting me know that she was about to meet Jake. The rule for our dating was that once the date started we would not bother each other with distracting phone calls or messages.
I entered the hotel and checked at the desk. The young receptionist gave me the key to the room and took my bag so I could pick it up later. I made my way to the bar.
I saw Kay sitting at one of the small tables near the bar. She looked incredible. She wore a blouse that was cut almost to her naval. Her breasts must have been taped to stay inside without falling out. I chose a seat at the bar which allowed me to watch her. She was sitting next to Jake and the two were obviously cozy. Kay would lean into him brushing her breasts into his arm. As I drank my beer I glanced under the table and saw Kay's foot riding up Jake's leg. Her hand was resting on his thigh. This always arouses me. I know she must be stroking him.
She glanced around the room. She caught me looking at her. Kay didn't make a big deal of it. During the brief glance she gave me her famous "Mona Lisa" smile then she leaned into Jake and gave him a very passionate kiss. Although I couldn't see it, I am sure Jake's cock was getting some attention as well. God this woman drove me crazy. Watching her kiss Jake drove me wild. Jake's hand ran up Kay's arm and brushed her breasts as they kissed. I knew Kay was ready for a good fuck. It wouldn't be long until her hour started. She whispered into Jake's ear and I saw him wave to the waitress for the check.
The two stood up and strode out of the bar holding hands. Again she took my breath away. Her skirt was very short tonight and barely concealed her thigh high stockings. I noticed that as she walked out every guy and some of the girls in the bar watched her leave. She does that.
I could see the elevator in the lobby from my stool in the bar. As the doors closed on the two of them, I saw her hand go to his zipper. Lucky guy. I glanced at my watch and marked the time. It was almost 8:00 PM. One hour to kill... well one hour to kill for me. I was pretty sure the time would fly by for Kay and her date, Jake. I looked around the bar to see if there was any company to help me spend the time.
There were a couple of guys talking about football. I love football and joined the conversation. As we talked, my mind played out what was happening upstairs in the room. I was pretty sure that Kay's thong would be off before they got out of the elevator. But she would not rush to the bed. She normally liked to make an entrance. I could see Jake sitting on the edge of the bed as Kay stripped down to her lingerie in the bathroom. She wasn't one of those girls who got into tearing off clothes. Soon after her entrance she would get her lover's cock out and start sucking it. Kay loves sucking cock. Watching her give head is very arousing. All this played through my mind as I chatted with the bar crew and crowd.
