To cleanse the palate, a story from another lifetime. No drama, no tension, and no burning bitches or bastards. Just good, clean fun among consenting adults, with lots of sex and hardly any plot.
*
When Kathy and I decided to begin swinging, our goal was to add some fun and excitement to our lives, step outside of our comfort zone, experience new adventures together, and fulfill a few fantasies that we never imagined would ever become reality. We "played the field" in those early months after making that decision, shared some wild experiences, and checked more than a few items off of our fantasy bucket list. After a few months, however, we realized that we both wanted something more.
We both agreed that the "something" we wanted was to find another couple like us who could become our "friends with benefits." Although it was fun hooking up with other couples sexually, we wanted to find a couple that we could connect with both inside and outside of the bedroom. When I came across the online profile of Rob and Charlotte on our favorite swinger's website, I had a good feeling that they could be that couple.
Unlike many of the online profiles that featured gratuitous photos of naked body parts and explicit sex acts, Rob and Charlotte's photos were discreet and tasteful, similar to ours. In my correspondence with Rob (it seemed as though it was always the two husbands who interacted online), he seemed intelligent and articulate, with a good sense of humor. We grew comfortable enough with each other that we shared our private photos, which revealed our faces. That is when I knew I had to meet this couple.
Some women can best be described as "beautiful" or "gorgeous." For others, "cute" seems to fit better. Charlotte's best-fitting description was "pretty." She was practically the dictionary definition of the word. She wore a graceful smile in her photo, and her stunning blue eyes sparkled. She had a flawless complexion and dark, lustrous, shoulder-length hair. It was her eyes, however, that enchanted me from the moment I saw them.
As for Rob, he appeared handsome and fit. I instantly knew that Kathy would go for him, as she always had a strange attraction to bald men. Sure enough, when I showed her their photo, she gave me her instant approval to arrange a meeting.
We arrived at the bar about five minutes ahead of our scheduled meeting time and secured a table for four. When Rob and Charlotte arrived, I practically leaped out of my chair to greet them. She was even prettier in person, and he seemed like a genuine, down-to-earth type of guy. It seemed almost too good to be true.
We ordered our drinks from the waitress and engaged in mild chit-chat about the commute to the bar, the weather, and other banalities. If anyone had overheard our conversation at that point, it would have been difficult to believe our reason for meeting. Charlotte carried herself with such dignified grace that I couldn't believe she was the type of woman who would fuck another man besides her husband for the sheer fun of it. I had learned that it's impossible to predict how any woman will behave behind bedroom doors simply by her outward appearance.
Our conversation continued over another round of drinks, punctuated by several periods of awkward silence. We discussed our families, our careers, our travel experiences, and other topics that any two normal couples would discuss in polite company. Strangely enough, the one topic we managed to avoid throughout the evening was our reason for meeting in the first place. After our second round of drinks were emptied, Rob asked for the check. We shook hands politely and went our separate ways for the night.
"What did you think?" Kathy asked me as I backed the car out of the parking spot.
"They're nice," I said. "Very quiet, but nice. What did you think of them?"
"The same, I guess. Quiet and nice. I'm not sure that they liked us."
"I kind of got the same feeling," I responded. "I'd be surprised if they wanted to meet again. I couldn't even get Charlotte to make extended eye contact with me."
"Hey, I tried to be your wing man," Kathy said. Since we began swinging, she took great pride in being the ultimate wing man. "I threw out a few innuendos and tried to steer the conversation in a sexier direction."
"I know you did, honey," I said with a chuckle. "They didn't take the bait. Like you said, I think that maybe they didn't like us, so they purposely avoided any sex talk."
"What's not to like about all of this?" she responded, puffing out her chest and waving her hands over her body in a mock display of incredulity.
I couldn't help but laugh. She has always had a way of turning a seemingly negative situation on its head and putting things in proper perspective. She also had a point. There was nothing not to like about Kathy, that's for sure. She had dazzling green eyes, a cute face, a bright smile, beautiful red hair, and a well-proportioned and petite body. I considered myself to be attractive as well; at least, I never seemed to have much trouble attracting women. Attraction is a funny thing, though. Everyone has his or her own peculiar tastes. Maybe Charlotte was into bald guys, too.
When we arrived back home, I booted up the laptop to send a quick thank you message to Rob. It would be the standard "it was nice meeting you" type of message, which I was certain would be followed by a "it was nice meeting you, too, but" type of message. Instead, when I logged in to our website, I found that Rob had beat me to the punch. A message was waiting for me in our in-box.
I opened the message and was stunned to discover that his "it was nice meeting you" note was followed by "and Charlotte and I would like to meet you again sometime. How does next weekend look for you?" I called Kathy into the room and she shook her head alongside me and smiled.
"I guess we still got it!" she remarked, and then sashayed from the room, smacking herself on the ass.
We agreed to meet them at a popular old fishing town in New England that was roughly the same distance away from both our homes. We met them in a parking garage and strolled down cobblestone paths together, past quaint little shops and Irish pubs, toward a restaurant that overlooked the ocean. Just before we reached the entrance, Kathy stopped us.
"I have an idea," she said with a naughty grin. She released my hand and took Rob by the hand. She then took Charlotte's hand and placed it in mine, causing instant electrical sensations within me. "No one knows any of us here, so let's pretend we're with each other."
Rob grinned from ear to ear and looked at me for my approval. I simply smiled and shrugged. "That's fine with me," I said. I then turned to Charlotte. "Is that okay with you, wifey?" Her bright smile answered that question.
That little ploy by my wing man seemed to break the ice. Both Rob and Charlotte seemed more at ease than they appeared during our first meeting, and the conversation flowed more naturally. At one point, I placed my hand on Charlotte's knee. She responded by placing her hand over mine and gently caressed it. For the first time, I felt as though there were mutual attraction between us.
"I have to say, my wife looks stunning tonight," Rob said, turning to Kathy. "Doesn't she, Joe?"
