After returning from our European experience Carol and I hadn't really discussed our first time experience of David joining our relationship.
It seemed neither one of us really wanted to bring the subject up but given that the event was always hovering in the back of my mind I was quite sure it would equally be teasing Carol's mind.
Finally after a month of being back to reality Carol and I went for a Saturday dinner and after a couple of wines I broached the subject.
It's interesting to ascertain one's true feelings and thoughts but Carol took the time to openly and honestly reflect on the evening with David.
She was enthralled by the experience but too afraid to openly express her feelings to me out of fear of what it potentially could do to our relationship.
Towards the end of her emotional out pour I could see her eyes welling up with tears, an emotion I did not want her to express because I was sharing similar feelings.
So what did the future hold, we agreed that we would both like to share another similar experience but we were united in our decision to enforce strict protocols to safeguard our anonymity ,marital security, family privacy and united enjoyment.
Given that Carol and I are in our early fifties we both feel that we are at a stage in our lives where we can fully enjoy what is considered an alternative lifestyle.
When we returned home after dinner and started to surf the swinger sites to see if there were any males that captured our interest and were not surprised to find a large number of males worth investigating further.
We agreed that any further soirees would take place out of town, this helps with our privacy and also enables us to combine an enjoyable weekend away.
For a week we searched through the different web sites and emailed a number of prospective males. We narrowed our range down to males aged between 40 and 55, single or married we didn't mind, had to have athletic presentable appearance and at the very least profiles that provided a reasonable level of genuine intent rather than the idiots that simply wanted to document there intentions, supported by the size of there appendage.
We decided on 5 males that after reasonable levels of correspondence were worthy of further qualification.
It was agree that I alone would make the first initial contact and if I was comfortable then we would introduce Carol.
On the Saturday night we were heading into town for drinks and Carol was dressed to kill, she seemed to have found a whole new self confidence since her time with David and I was not only feeling proud to be heading out to a bar with her but equally was carrying a twitching in my pants that I have not experienced before when simply going out for drinks.
Carol is 50 Years old, blond shoulder length hair, 36C breasts with large nipples and an arse that has been honed to perfection after years in the gym.
The evening was warm and she was wearing a white blouse that allowed her to showcase her firm breasts encased in a lacy half cut bra that she had bought that afternoon. She was also wearing a new knee high skirt that allowed her to display her shapely legs and strong calve muscles emphasized as a result of the high heels she was wearing.
Whilst driving into town I couldn't take my eyes off her legs and was furthermore thrown a curve ball when she teasingly declared that she wasn't wearing any panties.
The bar was reasonably busy with a high proportion of males in our target market. Carol and I sat together alone for about thirty minutes. Carol asked if I minded if she went and stood at the bar to see if she could attract male attention, I asked what she was thinking and she replied that she wanted to see if other males found her as attractive as I do, so I said sure knock yourself out.
Like bees to a honey pot it must have only been 5 minutes before the first couple of gents headed her way and shortly after she was on the dance floor.
The music the was loud and the room dimly lit with flashing lights but I was able to keep a visual on her as she dance with a number of different males. After time I noticed some of the guys growing in confidence and noted closer dancing with wandering hands groping at her arse.
Carol must have spent an hour on the dance floor then finally she returned to our table with a beaming face that radiated enjoyment.
Carol is going to continue from here;
After we returned home from our European trip, for days I kept thinking back to my experience with David. I wasn't sure entirely sure about Ian's feelings regarding the evening, discussing it almost seemed taboo, but a flame had been lit and while I secretly wanted it to grow I was prepared to have it extinguished to retain my marriage and my one and only true love, my husband.
When Ian and I went for dinner and he bought up the subject of our evening with David fortunately I had drank a couple of wines and felt quite relaxed about revealing my feelings but equally the out pouring of my emotions scared me and I was terrified that I might have bitten off more than I could handle.
When Ian explained how he shared similar thoughts and feelings it felt like a huge weight of guilt had been lifted and we were excited about the prospect of what the future might hold.
We returned home that evening after dinner and decided to check out some of the swinger sites, we were amazed at the number of adverts but pretty quickly were able to sort out the idiots from the potentially genuine prospects.
After corresponding with a number of males we narrowed our list down to 5 that Ian would explore further before I became involved.
Since we were both on the same page all week I was quite excited about the prospect of an evening similar to what we had experienced with David.
We had planned to go for drinks on the Saturday night and rather than dressing in what I would ordinarily wear I decided to experiment with some more sexier attire.
I felt like a new wave of sexuality had taken a grip of me and I wanted to experiment with its boundaries.
After I showered I started to dress and I'm not sure what really possessed me but decided not to wear panties, testing my boundaries I should imagine.
Ian and I had been at the bar sitting by ourselves for about 30 minutes, I wanted to dance but also I wanted to experiment, to see if men still found me attractive.
I asked Ian if he would mind if I went for a dance, he was fine so I headed for the bar and lingered there for no more than 5 minutes before the first two men started chatting with me.
I was soon on the dance floor and remained there for the best part of an hour dancing with a range of different males. As the music grew louder and the floor more crowded the closer they would press there bodies into mine. I felt there hands grabbing my arse pulling me closer, I could feel the bulging in there pants and I could feel a warmth flowing throughout my body, I wanted to be fucked.
I returned to Ian in our booth and within a few minutes one of my dance partners joined us and asked if he could sit and have a drink with us. After introductions Tony sat next to me and we engaged in idle small talk, soon a hand was placed on my knee and since I offered no deflection I assume I offered an introduction for further exploration because the hand started it's ascent towards my heavens gate.
My adrenalin was kicking in, Tony's hand was mere centimetres from discovering that there was nothing to prevent him from penetrating my womanhood.
I tried to remain emotionless with Ian but clearly my facial expression revealed that more than idle chit chat was taking place but he seemed quite relaxed with the situation.
When Tony's hand reached its destination point and discovered my naked pussy, immediately he inserted his fingers into my wet and hungry pussy.
I felt this overwhelming warmth that consumed my body as Tony plundered my pussy with his fingers.
I knew I wanted more but I wanted to go home and be with Ian, I wasn't ready to simply allow a complete stranger take this control over my body so with strength and reluctance I signalled to Ian that I wanted to leave and go home.
Tony ignored my request as he continued to probe my pussy with his fingers but determination to exit this situation out weighed the desire to stay so I removed his hand and attempted to stand up.
Tony started to protest but fortunately Ian could read the situation and took control of my arm and ushered me politely away from Tony and out to the car park.
