My husband and I had been married for three years. Our sex life was great – I never had a reason to be unsatisfied and I like to think that he came away from each union completely sated. Lately, however, we both felt like we wanted something more…..we just weren't sure what. We were still fucking like rabbits and cumming in geysers, but it didn't feel like we were reaching our peak.
One day, my husband called me into the study. He had been surfing around on the internet, looking at porn (we both liked to read erotic stories and look at porn before retiring to the bedroom) and he found some sites he found intriguing. Swinger sites. My eyes widened as I read the page…lists of swinger parties in every state, city and town. I looked over at my husband and saw his eyes shining. He looked at me, I smiled, and we scanned the advertisements for our local area.
Many of them had restrictions, "No Single Guys!" "Couples Only!" and the like. I grinned, thinking of the horny hordes who would be wanting to join in the fun. I pointed out one ad to my husband; it was for parties held monthly on the other side of town, but it sounded promising. "We make every attempt to ensure our guests are made up of young, fashionable people who are physically fit and interested in mingling with other couples and single women".
"That one sounds good…" I said. My husband thought so too, so we decided to phone the number on the page and see how it sounded.
The woman organizing the party sounded quite nice. She assured us that, as we had never done this before, there was no pressure for either of us to participate if we didn't feel comfortable…although they didn't approve of people returning repeatedly just to watch. If we watched the first time and then went back for the next party, we would have to do so with the understanding we would join the festivities. The next party was in two week's time. Would she be seeing us there? A nod from me confirmed it. My husband said we'd certainly be there. The woman gave us an address and time for the party.
I spent some time deciding what to wear. I wanted to look sexy, and not too slutty, but I also wanted my clothes to be easy to remove. I finally decided to wear a long black skirt and a tight red top that buttoned down the front. I also wore what my husband affectionately called my "Fuck me" boots – black leather boots up to my knees.
In the car on the way, my husband and I talked about what was going to happen that night. "I'm happy just to watch, honey, if you don't feel like joining in", he said.
"Well, I don't know if I'll be joining in or not…I'll have to see how I feel when we're there. I am horny right now...but I don't know if I'll be able to fuck someone other than you. Or watch you fuck someone else. I know we've talked about it before, but I thought that was just fantasy. I don't know if I'll be able to cope with the reality", I said.
We found the address without any difficulty – a private house in a nice area. Lots of trees, and the house was quite large. I could see lights in the rear of the house that looked like they were reflecting off water – looked like they had a pool. We found a parking space not too far down the street and approached the house.