This story is in the category “Loving Wives” because it is about my wife Elaine, but it could be in many other categories because she liked, no needed, to try anything and everything.
We’d been married for ten years when we decided to try swinging. Actually it was my wife Elaine who suggested it. Elaine was 36 years old and I was 38. She’d been with only one man in her life and that was me. I remember the problems we had on our wedding night. She went into the bathroom of the hotel room to undress. I was lying in bed with a nice big hard on. After five minutes I said, “Honey, you OK?”
“Yes,” she replied, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
After another five minutes I called again, “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re OK? I’m waiting to make love to you.”
Several more minutes went by and I was about to get up and knock on the bathroom door. She came out looking scared to death, looking straight ahead. Not at me. She was wrapped in a long, totally unrevealing nightdress, and climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over herself.
By that time my cock went limp. I could see we were going to have a difficult time with sex.
To shorten the story, it took over two years to get her to loosen up. I think the thing that opened her up was reading porn. It wasn’t the kind of porn that we men associate ourselves with. It was romance novels. Guys, if you don’t think that’s porn, try reading them. Her sister brought some of those books for Elaine and not long after that she began to read them, she became warmer to me in bed. Up to that time it was always me who started the lovemaking and she was always reluctant. At first I began to wonder what had come over her. Not complaining of course, but I looked in her nightstand one day and found several of these soft cover romance novels. After reading several pages I could see why she was getting hot.
Our lovemaking certainly improved, but being an oversexed guy myself, I wondered if we could make it even better. I went to my folk’s house and rummaged through my old room until I found several soft cover, what we might call “fuck books.” The stories of course left nothing to the imagination and described the many sexual encounters in great detail, being very explicit. I left a few of them conveniently on my nightstand one night when I went bowling with the guys.
That night, when I got home, Elaine practically raped me. We fucked for hours. She even sucked my cock. She never liked to do that, but always accepted my tongue in her pussy. We did a lot of 69 that night, me on my back with her sweet pussy in my face, and Elaine taking long sucks on my hard cock. Up until then she had never sucked me to completion. That night anything went. My mouth was into her wet pussy, my tongue caressing her clitoris. She began to moan loudly and I felt her clitoris vibrate on my tongue. Elaine was cumming big time. While this was happening, I felt my cum surging up from my balls. I muffled a warning that I was cumming, but she either didn’t hear or didn’t care. My sweet, lovely wife went down on my cock all the way to my balls and I began shooting stream after stream of sweet sperm right into her throat. She was making sound like, “erk, uck, Gluck, but she kept swallowing gobs of my cum.
After she had many fantastic orgasms Elaine looked at me and smiled. I could see traces of cum on her lips and in her mouth. We kissed, wrapping our tongues and I tasted my sperm while she tasted her cunt juice.
“I can’t believe I really swallowed your sperm honey,” she breathed.
“How was it,” I asked?
“You know, I really liked it. It made my orgasm seem even stronger. Boy, did I have a good climax. The best ever,” she said.
That night began a change in our lifestyle. Elaine asked me to bring home more of those “dirty” books. “Do any of them have pictures,” she asked?
“I’ll do better than that,” I said. “We’ll rent some hot movies.”
From that day on, Elaine couldn’t get enough sex. She wanted it all the time. She wanted to try everything. This was heaven to me for a while. I got to screw her up the ass and she often was waiting at the door, on her knees when I came home from work, with her mouth open, eager to suck my cock.
You know what they say, be careful what you ask for. Elaine was truly insatiable. She was wearing me out. Every day, every night, all night, fucking and sucking. That’s when I had the idea that maybe if she took on more that one guy, I would have a rest. I suggested we go to a swingers club.
“Just meet some people and get a feel of the place,” I said. “Anytime you want to leave, we’ll leave, OK?”
“Alright,” she said, “but don’t leave my side.”
On the night we went to the local swingers club Elaine dressed very sexy in a peasant blouse that she wore off her shoulders, and a very short skirt. I asked that she wear no panties. She protested that, but finally agreed. She would not go braless because of the very thin material of her blouse. She dabbed a few drops of her favorite perfume between her breasts and on her inner thighs as well as the usual places.
The club was in a function room of a local motel. They charged admission to cover the cost of the extra rooms they reserved for members. When Elaine and I walked in there were several couples already there. We went to the bar and ordered drinks. We sat on bar stools and looked around. There were several people dancing to a juke box and some having drinks at the tables. Most were couples, but there were a few single guys. The night was young and everyone seemed well behaved so far. Everyone had all their clothes on, although many of the women wore very skimpy outfits.
