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.