I love my wife. Truly I do. I guess you have to in order to stick by each other for more than thirty years. That doesn't mean that it's been a rose garden, in fact that is a very apt description. It looks beautiful and it is enjoyable, but if you wade into it you will see that there are many small thorns hidden beneath the flowers. Actually, some of those thorns are not as small as they would seem.
In most of our life we fit each other well, the one big thorn has always been the difference in sex lives. When we were young we were like rabbits, after our first born she slowed down, after the second more, and by the time three and four had come down the road.... Well I was still always horny and she was....well less so. I love her, I think she is still beautiful, even for a fifty year old woman. I get a hard-on when she gets in the shower, I get a hard-on when she gets naked at night to get ready for bed, I get a hard-on when I see her in a swim suit, I get a hard-on when.....well you get the idea. But she didn't have the same drive as I did, and that got even worse when she had to have surgery to remove those parts that were responsible for creating the hormones that drive that.
The doctor said with the right hormone therapy, blah blah blah. I wanted her to explore that, she didn't. Needless to say, our sex lives had dwindled to once every month or two....not a good situation. It had to come to a head sooner or later, and well, it finally did. It wasn't a pretty fight. My wife is half Italian and has that temper, I'm half German and very hard headed. Together we have some spectacular shouting matches, which is exactly why we don't live in the city. This fight was no different. Things were shouted that shouldn't have been even said, implications made, that sort of thing. In the end nothing was solved and both of us ended up hurting.
She complained that I spent too much time thinking about sex and trying to entice her to have some, and I complained that I was getting tired of being shunned every time I tried to entice her. In the end I stormed out, declaring that when she finally decided she wanted to have sex she could come ask, that I was done asking. I suppose I also left the implication that if she didn't come ask soon I might have to start looking for other places to get that release. Needless to say our relationship has been a bit chilly for the last few months. Don't get me wrong, we still hug and kiss and say I love you, but bedtime is like there is an invisible wall between us in bed.
Over a fishing rod, Joe and I had commiserated more than once on the state of our sex lives. My wife Nancy and his wife Lisa are best friends, which is how we got to know each other. Over the years we have become good friends and spent many a day off at some lake fishing. Just knowing I wasn't the only one struggling with this in my marriage, even though they had been at it ten years less than we had, allowed me to vent my frustrations in a place that I knew wouldn't come back to bite me later, and the same for Joe.
As the weekend approached Joe and I planned on heading to the lake for a two day fishing tournament. Our bags were ready, the boat was ready, everything was in place to take off Friday night for the lake. I came home from work and was surprised to see my duffel bag not sitting where I had left it, in fact, what was sitting there was a large suitcase.
"Hon? What's up?" I asked my wife as she walked down the hall dressed in a dress and heels, something she rarely wears unless we're headed out for something extremely special. "Going somewhere?"
"Actually WE are," she answered as she walked to the big rolling suit case.
"Oh? Well, um, okay. I can change plans and re-pack." I answered in confusion. Had I forgotten something? Special date, trip? I couldn't think of anything.
"No need. I took care of everything."
"Oh, well I better let Joe know." I said, reaching for my cell phone as she walked past.
"No need Lisa's already told him." She said as she headed out the door to our SUV.
"Oh?" I asked, even more confused.
"Uh huh. They're going with us." She said parking the big suitcase at the back of the car. "You going to put this in or do I have to do that too?"
"Uh, sure." I said, stepping up to the suitcase as the back of the car motored open. I lifted the suitcase into the back, closed the liftgate and walked around to get into the driver's seat, but my wife was already in it. With a shrug I walked around the other side and got in the passenger seat. My wife could be every bit as stubborn as I could be, and she would tell me what was going on when she was ready, and nothing I could say would prompt her to tell me sooner. I sat in the car as we drove across town, finally pulling into Joe and Lisa's drive about fifteen minutes later. To my surprise Lisa stepped out of the house wearing a plain gray skirt and white button down blouse, Joe following behind looking as confused as I felt.
I got out and put the suitcase Joe was pulling into the back and went back to get in the front passenger seat, finding Lisa already sitting in it. With a silent "Damned if I know!" gesture to Joe I climbed in the back passenger seat, leaving him to walk around and get into the driver's side.
It was a long mostly quiet three hour drive before my wife pulled our SUV into the drive through port of a large hotel in KC. We made one quick stop for dinner on the way, and other than ordering, both the girls had refused to say much of anything. I still had no idea what was going on. I unloaded the luggage while my wife went in and checked us into the hotel with a reservation I presumed she had already made. It was a pretty busy place, with a large number of couples going in and out, many of the women, ranging significantly in age from mid-twenties to sixties in quite revealing and sexy outfits.
"Let's go." My wife said, tossing the keys to the valet to park the car. I followed her in, pulling our suitcase with Joe following behind me with their suitcase. We rode up the elevator in silence and followed the ladies down the hall to a door. My wife slid the access card into the lock and pushed the door open. I expected Lisa to head to another door, but to my surprise, she followed my wife into the room.
I looked at Joe and shrugged, following them into the room. It was a large suite with two large king sized beds, a sofa, a couple over stuffed lounge chairs, a table with four chairs around it. I glanced into the bathroom, which was almost as large as some hotel rooms I'd been in. It had a large Jacuzzi tub in one corner, a huge glassed in shower stall, of course a toilet and a long counter with two sinks built in.
"Okay boys. Sit!" My wife said sharply, pointing to the sofa.
When my wife had a mad on you didn't argue, it simply didn't do any good, and while she didn't seem mad, she was clearly holding something inside. Joe and I sat on the sofa as directed, Lisa standing next to my wife six or seven feet away from us.
"Michael, " my wife started, using my full name, something she didn't do unless she were pissed at me. "You've been badgering me about sex for years, complaining that I wasn't giving you enough, wanting me to be more playful, more suggestive, more experimenting, and so on. I've had enough. Joe hasn't been much better. Well, Lisa and I have deiced that we're going to show you just exactly what you wanted all this time. You want us to be slutty little bitches, well we can be slutty little bitches. You want us to show more skin? A flash of pussy or tit? Well honey, you're going to get it. Of course it doesn't come without a price. You want us to show off, then you're also going to have to put up with other guys ogling those parts, not just you. And if one decides to touch us...well we may just let them. And this is the place to do it. This weekend is swingers weekend here. I'm sure I won't have any trouble finding some hot sexy guy to ogle me or feel me up.
"Wait!" I started to object.
"Shush!" She snapped. "These are the rules. Rule 1, you can touch whoever you want and we can have whoever we want do whatever we want them to to us. Rule 2, everything will be done with both of us in the same room. That means that if I let some guy play with my pussy, you're going to be watching. Rule 3, you will follow all of our directions to the letter. One complaint, one backtalk, one bitch about how we're acting or what we're doing and we pack up and go home, no matter what time or where we are. Is that clear?"
I looked at Joe who looked as stunned as I did.
