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I have had several sexual fantasies over the years, and until recently, my favorite was to be involved in a threesome with two women. I had come close to fulfilling it between marriages, some 15 years ago, but, unfortunately, it didn't happen. After reading an especially moving erotic story on the Internet, I changed my fantasy.
My latest fantasy involved swapping with another couple, and included several specific, and erotic, acts associated with me fucking another woman and my wife fucking another man.
My name is Ken, and I was 55 at the time that I finally got to live out my fantasy. I'm married to Sherry, who was 43. We could have been described as an above average, but not exceptional, looking couple. We were empty nesters, and I had been hoping to spice up our boring, unimaginative, same-thing-once-a-month, sex lives.
I had approached Sherry about my fantasy, and she flatly rejected it. She would in no uncertain terms participate in swapping with another couple. I continued to bring the subject up from time to time, and had always received the same response, "You're a pervert. There's no way that it's ever going to happen, so just forget it!"
My argument for the swap was that sex and love are separate entities, and we would only be participating in sex. Our love for each other was strong enough that it wouldn't be affected. My argument fell on deaf ears, it was to no avail. When pressed for her reasons, she stated that she couldn't handle me fucking another woman. She had not mentioned how she felt about fucking another guy, I presumed that she found that part of it to be OK. The thing that puzzled me most about her objection was that we both had been married before and had had several lovers between marriages. She had experienced several other men, and I other women.
I refused to give up, and after several months, I finally convinced her to at least let me attempt to find another compatible couple that shared our (my) fantasy. I suggested that we could meet with them and discuss the possibilities. We wouldn't go any further, nor do anything with which she would be uncomfortable. "Go ahead, contact some couples, but I'm still not going through with it," she told me one day. I took her statement as a positive sign.
I began running an ad on the Internet and searching other ads for a compatible couple who lived within a reasonable distance from us. We received many responses to my ad, but mostly from single guys. I rewrote the ad and specifically excluded single guys, some responded anyway.
The couples that did respond were closer to Sherry's age than mine. I studied all of the responses and picked two that seemed to have possibilities. I began an email correspondence with them. It became clear that one of the couples was into group swinging, and that turned me off. I felt that it would be too risky, from the disease standpoint, to swap with another couple that had had multiple partners on a regular basis. The second couple seemed more to our liking. After several emails, they asked for pictures and offered to send theirs in return. I sent them a picture of the two of us that we had taken last New Years eve. Of course we were fully clothed. They sent us a clothed picture in return.
Sherry maintained her non-committal position, but since the pictures didn't turn any of us off, we exchanged phone numbers. I found them to be in the same situation as we were. They needed something to liven up their sex lives and they thought they'd look into the possibility of swapping. We were all potential first timers. They lived about 50 miles away and we scheduled a meeting at a restaurant about half way in between.
Sherry and I were both nervous as we drove to meet the new couple. They were seated when we arrived, and we had no trouble recognizing them. I found the wife to be more than attractive and charming. However, the husband was loud and obnoxious, he turned both of us off almost immediately. The meeting was a short one.
I continued my search, I made contact with numerous other couples. Based on exchanged pictures (always fully clothed) and some email correspondence, we actually met with about 10 or 12 of them. I had thought that two of the couples would be a good match, but Sherry nixed them all.
Finally, about a month after our last meeting, we found and corresponded with another couple, Jeff and Marie, and agreed to meet.
Sherry approached the meeting with a negative attitude, as usual. However, after about an hour of pleasant conversation, she began to warm up to Jeff, and it was obvious that Jeff liked Sherry. He was a smooth operator, and seemed to say just the right things at the right times. He complimented her often and seemed sincere about it. He also knew enough not to overdo it. I could tell from the look on Sherry's face that we had a shot at this one, I was right.
I was completely taken by Marie. She was no raving beauty, but was a very attractive brown-eyed brunette, and extremely sexy. One look into her big, brown, bedroom eyes and I was hooked. I wanted her and, if I read the signs right, she wanted me. The four of us had a very interesting and stimulating conversation, which didn't include any mention of sex.
As we were about to leave, I suggested that we should go back to our respective homes, talk things over and make a decision in a few days. Sherry popped up and said, "Why talk it over. It seems pretty obvious to me that we all get along pretty well. I'm willing to go to the next step, if everyone else is."
My mouth dropped wide open, even though I could see that she was enthralled by Jeff, I was surprised at what she had said. 'He must really turn her on,' I thought to myself as I smiled.
The three of us readily agreed with Sherry, and we made plans to meet at our house the following Saturday. We also agreed that the meeting would not commit anyone to anything, we would take things as they came. With that, we parted.