After Robbie left for work with Norman I decided to leave the hotel suite in case Ronnie decided to visit me. I just didn't think I could manage her after watching my husband's eyes following her every movement with purest, avid lust during the previous evening at dinner, adding to my normally high sense of insecurity, so I went looking for the beach for a bit of solitude.
I'd resolved to overcome my sexual hesitancy in giving Robbie the kind of honeymoon he'd always yearned for so, as I went past a pharmacy with a sign advertising ear-piercing, I stopped by to have a golden trainer stud popped through each lobe by a lady who was so efficient that I didn't realize that she'd finished until she held a mirror to shoe me the result. Robbie had bought me several earrings by way of hints, but having been brought up to see ear piercing as being common, catholic and Mediterranean, I didn't comply with his desires.
At the end of the town beachfront I discovered an area where both men and women wore only very minimal bathing costumes in the form of g-strings or 'thongs'. The women seemed unconcerned that the world could see their bare, tanned bosoms; bathing and playing ball or frisbee without embarrassment in view of so many men. I took a dip in my modest one-piece swimsuit then lay on my towel to sun my back with my bathers pulled down to my waist. In due course I noticed a young man looking at me and, I've no idea what came over me, rolled on to my back to expose my bare bosom.
A few minutes later he came across and I allowed him a good look before I jumped and appeared to be startled at his presence and pulled up my bathers to cover myself. He seemed unfazed as he propositioned me in the most basic terms, before making the offer of his spouse for mine as a foursome when I declined, appearing extremely put out when I rejected any manner of sexual contact with either he or his wife.
'God, what have I done?' I thought in a panic, cringing inwardly while I resolved never to uncover my boobs in public again. It was clearly my lewd behaviour that had caused my discomfiture; His way of warning me.
I spent the rest of that unhappy day in the suite, ignoring knocks on the door and the ringing telephone, but on a stroll around town that evening I was appalled to be greeted by the rude man and his wife, then horrified to hear my husband tell me that swinging love was a popular passtime among the locals and that he wouldn't be averse to trying it with Ronnie and Norm who
practised it.
I then found my holiday environment to be marriage-threatening instead of the happy idyll that I'd imagined it would be. It suddenly seemed that the apparently popular local cultural activity had a real potential to wreck my matrimonial bliss if Robbie was persuaded to sample some sexual favours of loose and uninhibited lovers who would be on the lookout for any new talent in town. I was certain that he'd be able to discern the vast gulf between my performance in sex and that of more experienced and sexually adventurous women. How could I compete with Veronica who, in spite of being around twenty years my senior, was no old boiler, but a very sexy lady. She wouldn't need to try too hard at all if she really wanted Robbie; I could see how much he desired her since finding out just how available she was.
My immediate thought was to leave for home, but Rob couldn't go with me and it meant leaving him to the mercy of all those predatory and adulterous females. I had to stay, I realized, but would have to keep a tight rein on him and make the effort to satisfy all his physical needs. Funnily enough this seemed much more attractive than it ever had until then and I realized that I felt no guilt at our recent, less-than-restrained sexual bouts.
There was a knock at the door which interrupted my thoughts as the major source of my concern dropped in to take me to the shops. I was swept along by Ronnie who showed me the best stores and places of historical interest around the town, apparently unconcerned at my reticence until we'd stopped for lunch at a restaurant where she seemed to be a favourite customer.
"What is it Deby?" she enquired gently. "You seem to be out of sorts? You and Rob had a fight or something?"
"It's not that. It's nothing really."
"Share it with me. I'm a good listener and I don't gossip, promise."
I thought silently for a long moment.
"Rob says that wife-swapping is full-on here and I'm sure he wants to try it," I suddenly blurted out to her.
"And?"
"I really couldn't do anything like that and I'm scared that he'll go off with someone else if they're better in bed than me."
"I haven't seen that happen."
"Never?"
"No. I know of two couples who made a reciprocal exchange of spouses, but that was after ten years of free-loving. It was all very civilized."
"You do it?"
"Yes."
"Why."
"Well, because I can and I do enjoy the change. It's good for one's self-image to be desirable at my age. I like all the friends I do it with, males and females, while Norman enjoys it too. We have a real committment to each other; married thirty-one years and a couple for thirty-two, that's forever. I really can't imagine waking in the morning without him beside me, 'though it has happened."
"You're not jealous?"
"No, because it's a mutual thing. I really do like our female friends and all our men have fairly similar interests; as well as shagging us all quiteregularly, I mean. Norm's biggest turn on is still watching me receiving a vigourous rogering at the hands of another bloke."
"Do you fancy Robbie?"
"'Course."
"I know he fancies you."
"Men are pretty obvious, aren't they?"
I nodded and laughed lightly, beginning to enjoy her company.
"It's good to see you laugh," she told me sincerely. "I'd really like you to enjoy yourself here and take some happy memories home with you. There's no pressure to join our games if you're not comfortable with the idea, but you're welcome if you get the urge."
"I don't think so, but thanks for asking."
"And Rob's safe from me 'til you give me the nod. Mind you, I can't speak for any other of the girls he might meet."
I blushed hotly as I realized she was empowering me with the decision as to how Rob behaved in the immediate future and that it was one that could change our relationship irrevocably, whatever I decided.
"So how did you get involved in swinging?" I asked Ronnie later, feeling more relaxed as we motored out of the town precincts.
"Oh it was quite a spontaneous thing really, although we had had the talk most couples seem to have, you know, the one where he suggests trying nooky with other couples, she says 'no-way' and the whole thing is left hanging. I did think about it, but mainly from the point of view of a sexual fantasy over sex with several of our male friends, but I didn't let on to Norm and he didn't really pursue the matter. Our love life was pretty active, even after the kids came along, although there was certainly a lack of new stuff to try out.
Then my schooldays' best friend came back to town to live and we took she and her hubby out on our boat for a long weekend. We took to swimming 'sans knickers' in the secluded bays and, with a goodly supply of gargle to lower our inhibitions, we soon developed a fairly intimate atmosphere around us and made love in the same bed, right next to each other, on the first night. On the following day we were all constantly horny and Pauline and I agreed to make ourselves available for shagging each time our guy got an erection. As soon as one couple got into it the other pair became aroused and we were
all at it again in a vicious circle of sex, all day. It was so obvious that the guys were most aroused by the sight of the other's wife in fucking and Pauline was displaying more than a seemly interest in Norm's rather larger tool because she asked how it felt inside me. As it was the only penis I'd known until then I had no basis for comparison, but Bill overheard our chat and offered to give me a taste of his cock in action. Pauline dared me, as did Norm, while I dared them in return and it all led to an amicable exchange of spouses. Once the ice was broken a new and loving relationship developed between all four of us over subsequent years and we've quite considerably expanded our circle of friends since then."
"No regrets then?"
"None at all. I know there are people who see me as a harlot, but I bet they're not getting as much fun from life as I am. Anyhow, I like the idea of being dissapproved of by the wowsers of the world."
"You're not afraid of social diseases?"
"Not with the other married couples. We've avoided contact with people we haven't liked the look of or the way they've spoken of sex. Our group is of just ordinary folks who are careful about healthy relationships with others they like socially, as well as in a more personal way. It doesn't make any sense otherwise."
"I can see that."
I felt quite differently about Ronnie then, realizing that I actually had nothing to fear from her and I'd guessed that she'd told me the whole truth about her sex life. It certainly had the ring of truth to it and she'd made me feel that I could rely on her for any help in the future. While I still couldn't see swinging as a pastime for me, it no longer concerned me to be
associated with one who indulged.
We turned off the black top road and traveled along an unmade track until we emerged from the trees at a beach of whitest sand and clear water. There weren't any swimmers nearby and the coconut palms made it the paradise I'd envisaged before leaving home. Ronnie took her shoulder bag and led the way to a shady spot at the high-water mark where she stripped nude.
"Coming in?" asked Ronnie.
"I've never swum nuddy," I gulped as I noticed people arriving further up the beach.
"There's a cozzie inside my bag if you want it," she called back over her shoulder as she trotted down to the water's edge with her tanned bosom and brown buttocks bobbing and jiggling freely. She was deeply tanned all over, whereas my tan was the golden variety from short spells in a solarium.
I was relieved at the offer of a swimming costume until I delved into the bag and found a frilly, gold g-string of stretch lycra that would leave the wearer as good as nude, but nothing more. The new arrivals were displaying areas of pale skin in bathing nude for the first time and so, badly wanting to swim, pulled my panties down and donned the scanty golden garment before taking off my sundress and brassiere. With my arms folded over my breasts I ran into the ocean to join Veronica and delight in the lovely sensations of real freedom imparted by moving seawater on my bare body.
