Swinging was something both my husband Mike and I had flirted with the idea of for ages.
We had read articles, listened to podcasts and various different media on the subject but never took the step.
One day during this neverending research project, we joined a website, which we won't name to get a better idea of who took part in the lifestyle.
We were on this site for 6 MONTHS and never got close to organising anything.
We had put up a couple of candid pictures, attracted plenty of interest from solo guys and a few couples. In the early days our inbox was full, but after a long spell of not many replies from us, the interest dried up.
The issue we found was, in our area at least, we weren't finding couples in our age bracket. I had not long turned 27 and Mike was just 30.
In our little pocket of the UK, most swingers, near us, were over 40 and beyond. So we didn't really know who to look for.
The account went dormant.
A further few months later I checked it. We had both gone quiet on the swinging front as work had been kicking both our asses. I opened it up, intending on deleting it, to find one unopened message.
A couple near us called Paul and Anna had dropped us a line. Both were in their 60s and well outside our range.
But the message was simply inviting us for a drink at a pub. Nothing more.
I paused in front of the screen, considering this for a moment, then rang Mike.
I explained what they had said and that I thought we should go. "It's a drink in a pub. And we need a night out." Mike agreed. He sounded knackered from his shift and the thought of not working was all the encouragement he needed.
I replied to Paul and Anna, and within 10 minutes they had replied.
It took no time at all and we were sorted for our pub meet.
The night arrived and we put on our casual clothes. It was a warm night so I did choose a dress, but nothing that could be called naughty. I am very busty, so every dress I have flaunts my figure, but this wasn't a dress to cause heart attacks. It was fairly loose and a light pink. I wore my converse over heels. Mike wore jeans, because he always does, and Polo shirt that he has grown into a little bit. Snug on the arms.
We arrived at the agreed time and found Paul and Anna had already arrived. Paul was a bit taller then Mike, average build but certainly not slender. He had a short cropped haircut as he was clearly balding. But he had a great smile and really approachable manner that made me feel very safe and calm as he lent in for a hello cheek peck.
Anna stood up after him and she, like her husband was a radiant ball of positive energy. Her hair was dark brown, but was showing the start of grey, something that didnt phase her. she was similar height to me but a couple of dress sizes larger. I am 14 on a good day.
We talked and drank like old friends. At no point did sex or swinging come up.
However, we hit a speed bump at about 11 o clock. Mike went quiet and looked at his glass. I noticed he was thinking and asked what was wrong.
"How many have you had?" he asked me.
I looked at the empty wine glass in front of me, the 4th I had. "4".
"Shit." this is my 5th. he replied
"6th" Paul chimed in with a cheeky grimace. "We've put 3 and so did you guys".
We drove there. "I'll go and get us a cab" Mike shook his head and walked away to call a cab.
At the table the 3 of us joked about how silly we had been and the noise.of closing time was called.
Mike returned looking less then happy.
"Nothing for an hour" he said leaning on the chair.
"Oh no". We would have to wait outside the pub.
"Come to ours and wait there. better then hanging around outside" Anna offered.
We looked at eachother and nodded. The 4 of us staggered down the road to Paul and Annas.
It was a lovely house. Beautifully decorated and we sat in their charming living room. Paul popped open more wine and beers and we carried on our evening.
Around midnight the subject of swinging finally came up. Mike asked them the question of how they came to start and we chatted on the subject for a while.
Paul asked why we hadn't taken the chance and we gave our frankly weak answer. Anna smiled and said "Why not just go for it. You guys are clearly very much in love, if it works great, if not, no harm done." Her logic was annoyingly good.
"Well we've annoyed everyone locally so will have to try somewhere else haha." Paul and Anna exchanged a look that I didnt notice at first.
Anna stood and walked to me. "Come on" she said taking my hand. "You boys wait here a minute."
We headed down the hall giggling and went into a second sitting room.
Anna turned quickly and kissed me firmly but gently. The wine had done its job because I was kissing her back.
" Trust me and Paul, this is going to be great. " We kept kissing and she peeled off my dress.
My boobs are big, 34f and she purred as she carressed them. She took on nipple and sucked on it gently, I love that feeling so I moaned. Her hand was now up my leg and carressing my pussy through my panties. "Wait here. Slip these off, lie there and play." She gestured to a sofa. I did as suggested and slipped my panties off and laid down. I was drunk and horny now, so I rubbed my pussy. I was aware of someone returning to the room and felt lips working up my legs. I let my hand go and groaned as a wet tongue started flicking my clitoris. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the short hair of Paul. He was licking my pussy like an absolute pro. There was no sign of Mike and Anna.
