Turning my wife on to swinging was like throwing a match into a gasoline can. My beautiful 5' 4" redhead wanted more and more. She also wanted to try just about everything. She had so much fun the first time she was with another man (as per our agreement), that she was determined to return the favor to me.
The opportunity came on my birthday. Knowing she was going to set up some kind of sexual gift, I began speculating the day before. Jackie is full of ideas and I knew I could expect almost anything. The morning of my birthday I awoke to the aroma of bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing. As I entered the kitchen I expected to find her naked or, at least, partially nude. But, there she was in her usual jogging outfit, cooking my breakfast before her morning run.
"Good morning sweetheart," she said as she puckered for a kiss. "Happy birthday!"
She knew I was expecting more than bacon and eggs, but, so far that was all I got.
"I have a client to meet this morning and then an afternoon meeting," I told her. "Don't hold supper for me hon, the guys are taking me out for a few beers."
"OK," she said, "I have a lot to do anyway. Have fun."
I walked to my car scratching my head. I knew she had something planned, but she knew I'd be gone until late. Had I expected too much?
The day went by and work completed, I joined the guys for drinks at our usual hangout. The beers flowed and we had a lot of laughs. I kept looking at the door. I expected a bimbo would come in, sit on my lap and say, "Your wife sent me." Nothing happened. The bar was closing by the time we left.
I made it home on a wing and a prayer. Opening the front door, I expected a "Ta Da!, happy birthday," tits swinging and pussy waiting, but it was quiet. I went up to our bedroom and found Jackie sound asleep.