My wife Helen and I are overweight fifty three year olds who have been married for thirty two years. My sexual performance, in our very conventional marriage, has been falling over recent years and her complaints have been growing.
I've been an avid user of porn for many years and am no stranger to a famous UK swinger site. I'm interested in all sorts of perversions but have fixated, of late, on bisexual cock sucking, wife watching and swinging. Until now I have never let my internet activities and fantasies spill over into real life.
Last Friday evening we ate early and by half past six Helen was half way down a bottle of red and I'd cracked my first can of beer when she started on me again.
"Don't forget to take a pill tonight." She said. I take a Viagra like drug, on prescription to help with erectile dysfunction brought on by the drugs I take following a heart attack a couple of years ago. She continued with the jibe. "Four times this year, that's only once a month."
I don't know what came over me but I came straight back with. "Tell you what we'll go on the internet, there's bound to be some swingers advertising in Wrexham (the small town in North Wales where we live) we could go to a sex party tonight." I thought better of it as soon as the words came out of my mouth, thinking I was in big trouble but she came back incredulous and intrigued, rather than angry.
"There are never people in Wrexham advertising for sex?" She said, shaking her head.
"In Wrexham and all over the county." I replied.
I switched on the laptop, which is networked with the wide screen TV, went to the swingers site and opened a couple of adverts. We had a chat, and a laugh about the site and the adverts but from an outsiders perspective looking in, not as potential participants. She was amazed that this sort of thing went on at all never mind on our doorstep.
I told her we'd have to make up some names and login if we wanted to search, go into a chat room or have a proper look around. She asked how come I knew so much about the site, I told her it was a dark secret and she laughed.
We took a while over our profiles, I told her that to maximise the search results we should say we were a bi-curious couple because most couples have at least one bi-sexual partner. We ticked about half a dozen of the sexual activity boxes and I started to write a couple of sentences to the effect that we were new, looking for couples about our age, couldn't accommodate but could travel and hoped to have some fun. Helen can type properly and took over the driving at this point.
We went into a chat room named 'North West for meetings', it was only seven O'clock and already there were probably about twenty individuals or couples in there. We watched the chat develop on the screen and I explained how the chat room worked. Again she was quizzical as to how I knew so much and I told her that I'd been all over the internet while she watched the soaps on the television.
I was showing her how to view the profiles of other chat room users when we had a whisper. Hi there, like your profile, why don't you have a look at ours? I pointed at the screen all exited and said. "A whisper means they are just chatting to us no one else can see what they are writing, quick check their profile." She clicked on their profile like I'd just shown her. Bill and Jill, both bisexual, both fifty five years old, all or most sexual activities checked and in Shrewsbury, forty miles from us. There were lots of pictures, fully dressed, sexy underwear and naked, a tall slim man and a short dumpy woman.
"Quick, back to the chat room." I said. "Look it says whispering to Jillbill52, answer them."
She turned to me all flustered. "What shall I say?"
"Tell them we like their profile too. Oh and compliment them on their great pictures." Helen is good with words and with her typing skills turned my utterances into coherent sentences as I spoke. "Say something nice about Jill's clothes and her sexy poses." As she finished that sentence I added. "Better say something about Bill. Say you like the look of his stiff cock."
"I can't say that." She said.
"Go on." I said. "He'll love it. Quick or they'll think we're not going to answer." She typed the final sentence saying that they both looked good naked and pressed send, up popped her very big paragraph in the chat room text window. We didn't have to wait very long. Thank you, you got any pictures? Helen typed back that we didn't have pictures like theirs only normal ones.
I was not giving instructions anymore the chat was going back and too, flowing nicely and in a very ordinary way between Helen and whoever was on the other computer. Helen sent some pictures of us in Spain last year from our to their E mail address. We are not a very attractive couple but they still found something complimentary to say about the pictures in their reply.
A mobile phone number appeared on the screen and they asked if we'd like to give them a call. I didn't ask Helen, just picked up my mobile and started dialling, I saw Helen send OK, Wesley's ringing you now. Bill answered. "Hello Wesley?"
"Hello Bill, how you doing." I said.
"I'm fine, it's lovely to hear your voice." He said." Jill's sitting next to me working the key board. Is Helen there with you?"
"Yes she's sitting next to me. She's working the keyboard too, would you like to have a word with her?" I said, handing Helen the phone without waiting for his answer.
She took the phone but was initially timid and monosyllabic, it took a minute or two before she started to chat properly. I could only hear her side of the conversation. "Hello." ........ "Yes." ........ "No." ....... "A little." ......... "Did you?" ............ "Yes." I had to slip out to use the toilet and came back to hear her talking much more freely and comfortably, I heard her say. "Sometimes but I usually wear tights." She looked at me a little embarrassed at that. "You never did." .......... "Did you." Then started laughing. "Not nearly enough." .......... "No we never have." ........ "I wouldn't mind."
She made as if to offer me the phone a two or three times but I told her she was doing fine and should carry on. She frequently said. "Hello Jill." And. "Hello Bill." Indicating that the phone was being passed back and too at the other end. The conversation went on, Helen becoming more and more relaxed, giggling, chuckling and laughing out loud now and again. I heard nothing else that was overtly rude or intimate so I gave her the chance to have some space and mouthed. "Do you want a coffee?"
She smiled and said. "Yes please." This gave her a few minutes alone, I couldn't hear much except the odd laugh and burble of conversation. I hoped it was sexy. As I came back in I heard her say. "It's about forty miles." ........."I understand we've got teenagers ourselves, the pub sounds good."............ "Fun and games?" She giggled and then. "I've been drinking too." ........... "Hello Jill." .......... "Yes, he's here now, you ask him." Covering the microphone as she handed me the phone. "Jill wants to talk to you about meeting in a pub tonight."
"Do you want to?" I said.
