My wife is everything to me. But she doesn't understand me. She can't comprehend why I want to see her with another man. I try to tell her that her complete satisfaction is the sexiest thing for me. She simply insists that the idea is of no interest to her.
So we continued on with the ho hum of our lives. Our sex life was decent, missionary twice a week with a different position thrown in on occasion. However, I know that we used to be more passionate, adventurous, exploratory, and I wanted to see that reignited in her.
During our love making sessions, I would whisper my fantasies to her while pounding away. Yet, I noticed that she became most aroused when, on rare occasion, she would talk about her fantasy of being watched. She wanted a sense of newness and danger.
It ignited in her movement and physicality and wetness that had been dormant for years. I wanted to encourage that feeling to continue, to grow.
On our anniversary, I had planned a romantic day for us: shopping, a spa day, dinner, drinks. We were dressed in our "dress to impress" clothes as we sat at our hotel bar. She was in a short, black dress, and I was in a shirt and tie. Unbeknownst to her, we had come to a crossroad. So I presented the offer to her; we could go home and make our vanilla love, or we could live a little widly and go to a swingers' club to watch and maybe even be watched.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
I had reserved a dinner at a bar about a mile from a club that I had researched, and I explained why I wanted to go. Maybe the drinks were affecting her, or the feel of the sexy outfit, or the day of pampering... but I could see her seriously thinking about it. I could see her subconsciously rubbing her thighs together and smiling to herself.
I could hardly contain my joy when she said, "Sure, we can stop by. But if it's weird, we can leave, right?"
I assured her that we could.
She stared out the window in silence as we drove, my hand upon her knee, and her hand upon mine. She nervously played with her hair with the other hand.
When we arrived, she remained in the car as I exited, moved to her side, and opened the door. I didn't want to push her as she seemed hesitant to move. Eventually, though, as in a dream, she took my outstretched hand and exited the vehicle.
We presented ourselves to the doorman, who allowed us in and gave us a pair of black masks, ones that covered only the areas around our eyes, providing just enough anonymity to make her feel comfortable but enough of a view for everyone to tell if there is an attraction.
I had done plenty of research on this place and the party that we were about to enter. The place was well-reviewed. It seemed to have an attractive clientele. It was essentially a mansion that was rented out for various events, twice a month to this swingers' group. It had a grand ballroom past the entryway and then a variety of other rooms, some private and others semi-private throughout.
Tonight was masquerade night. I thought that this would make my wife more likely to relax and be able to enjoy herself.
The grand ballroom was enormous, filled with maybe 75 couples, yet not crowded. At the opposite side from the entrance was a dj booth and a makeshift bar station.
At first glance, everyone looked in decent shape. I was scanning the room blankly when my wife tugged at my sleeve. When I looked at her, she wasn't facing me. She was staring at something.
I followed her eyes to a set of couches in the corner. On one in particular was a woman between two men. From where we were standing, we could see her right breast exposed, with one man's hand rolling her nipple between his fingers, while the other man was kissing her neck.
We were pulled out of our trance by a couple who approached us.
"Hello, you guys must be new. I'm Dave, and this is Kerri. We host these events," they said. "Can we interest you two in a drink and an explanation of our club?"
We followed them to the bar while they talked. They told us about the rooms and their locations, along with what happened in each room. They told us about some basic rules.
And while we drank, they told us about a rule that affected us: "At 10pm, newbies are introduced and play a game in front of the group. It's an initiation of sorts. You never have to do anything that you're not comfortable with, but if you are too shy to participate at all, you may want to leave before then."
I looked at my wife to gauge her reaction to this news. She had none. She just sipped her drink, nodding her head like she was being informed of the weather.
Dave then extended his hand to her and asked, "May I show you some of the rooms before introductions at 10?" With a glaze over her eyes, she smiled shyly and took his hand. Off they went.
I was left with Kerri in the grand ballroom. She introduced me to other couples, and we watched some of the people on the couches. They were completely oblivious to our prying eyes, or so I thought, as they enjoyed each other's bodies.
Soon, my wife and Dave returned. As they did, she returned to my side just as the dj announced that all new couples were to present themselves for a game in the center of the ballroom.
In the center of the room sat six chairs in a row. The dj asked each new male attendee to have a seat with their wives standing in front of them. We did as instructed.
Once seated, we were told the rules of the game. The wives would sit on their husbands' laps, facing them. The dj would then play a song, during which the wife would get up and walk in a circle around the men. When the music stopped, she would sit on the lap nearest to her. It was swingers' musical chairs.
Once on the lap, the dj would give a set of instructions to the couples. If they completed the task, they stayed; if not, they were out. It seemed like a way for the existing couples to test how far the newbies would be willing to go.
I was sure that my wife and I would be out quickly. I asked, "Are you comfortable with this?"
She didn't answer; she just kissed me deeply and passionately. She bit my lip a little, which she hadn't done in years. The other couples were also kissing.
The dj allowed this to go on for a bit, but after a few seconds, he played a tune. My wife left my lap. My semi erect cock already missed the warmth of her pussy.
The women pranced around the men. All of the women seemed attractive, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of my wife.
The music stopped. The women sat. A blonde with very large breasts and nipples poking through her braless top sat on my lap. But I couldn't care less. I was watching my wife as she sat two men down from me. I really couldn't see the man whom she faced, but I could see the lusty expression on her face.
The dj instructed, "Kiss, but hands to yourselves, everyone."
I saw my wife. She didn't move. The man leaned forward and made first contact. I couldn't tell if she kissed back or not, as the blonde began tonguing me.
The music began again. The women walked.
When the music stopped, my wife ended up back on my lap. I could feel the wetness emanating from her loins.
The dj instructed, "Kiss and fondle above the clothes only, please."
As my wife made contact with my lips, I could tell that they had kissed another. She tasted different, and my cock sprung to full hardness. We kissed and freely groped one another. But another couple was out. Apparently, one partner was too aggressive for the other. Their chair was removed.
The interesting part was that the disqualified man's wife was still in play as was the woman's husband. Five total couples remained.
The music began, and the women moved.
The music stopped, and my wife sat just to my right, on another man's lap. A woman sat on mine.
The dj instructed, "While kissing, remove each other's top. If that means lowering a dress, do it. Unbottoning, do it."
