My wife, Laurie, and I have been together since we were teenagers, married when I was 20 and she was 18. We have been married for 22 years now, and have both had a number of interesting sexual adventures. Since we married young, and had limited sexual experience, we agreed that an open relationship would be the best option for us to be able to learn and grow sexually without the temptation of cheating. Our only rule was there were to be no secrets; the other had to know when one was playing.
During the first six years of our marriage, before we had children, Laurie experienced about a dozen different lovers, and I had a few. I only got to watch and/or join with one of those men (my best friend), as she did not let on to the others that I knew what was happening. I, however, got to hear all the details afterward, and even experienced "sloppy-seconds" after a few of them. This really added spice and experience to our relationship. I would often have her describe one or more of her encounters while I fingered her or feasted on her always-wet pussy. This never failed to make me hard as an iron bar, and always led to really hot sex between us.
When we started having children, Laurie curtailed her activities, eventually stopping them altogether by the time our fourth child was born. Even though I would encourage her to explore, she said she no longer had the urge to have sex with others. She cited her weight gain from the pregnancies and not feeling right about living that lifestyle while being a mother as reasons. And, since we were in this "together", I also stopped my activities with others, though I still had a strong interest in it, which was often fueled by the letters in your magazine.
Over the next ten years, our sex life was good, though somewhat predictable. I occasionally brought up the subject of opening our marriage, or swinging, to bring back the fire, but was usually met with resistance. Then, last year she started to show some interest in playing again, but only in conversation. She still maintained that she couldn't "do that again", even though she admitted it was fun in the past. I maintained hope that I could fan the spark of interest into a flame, but wasn't holding my breath.
On New Year's Eve of this year we were invited to a friend's house for small party. Randy and Laura are a married couple like us, with four children. Randy is a laid-back guy in his mid-fifties who is intelligent and easy to talk to, and Laura is a bubbly blonde in her mid-thirties who enjoys flirting. She and I had flirted innocently in the past and I looked forward to flirting with her at the party, but had no notion of going further.
The four of us, along with a few of their neighbors, enjoyed the party greatly, consuming a good amount of Randy's homemade wine, plenty of beer, and several tequila shooters. Laura flirted heavily with me and a few of the others, even whispering "tonight's the night" in my ear while groping my crotch. Her actions didn't bother Laurie since they were good friends. In fact, I noticed Laurie getting caught up in the fun and doing some flirting of her own. Again, I thought nothing of the flirting, because I didn't expect anything to happen.
Just after midnight three men who were friends of Laura and Randy showed up. I didn't know any of them, but Laurie had met them previously through Laura. They were drunk from another party when they arrived and joined right in the revelry. We talked, joked, played darts, and drank for the next few hours. Laurie talked a lot with one of the guys, whose name is Gabe.