Giselle and I married in our early twenties and have led a fairly ordinary existence ever since. We both have a healthy appetite for sex and we're both willing try new things, up to a point. That said, we've had a conventional monogamous relationship.
We've managed to keep our marriage pretty interesting for over ten years now. Giselle is even hotter now than when we met in College. She's blonde, fairly tall at 5' 7" and as curvy as a mountain road. She has firm B-cup tits and a great ass below a narrow waist.
Giselle was first attracted to me because I looked like a gymnast to her. That's about the only sport I didn't do, but looking like a gymnast got her attention, so it's all good. My real sport was wrestling, and if you look up the state championships in my senior year, you'll see my name, Wayne Robertson.
Throughout our marriage we've remained true, though there have been plenty of temptations along the way. It seems like the girls come out of the woodwork when you get married, as if they are attracted by the fact that you are off limits now. And Giselle could fuck anybody she wanted to, no doubt about that. Many men tried and failed. Somehow we managed to stay the course, even though both of us have healthy appetites for sex and new experiences.
Over the years we often fantasized about extra-marital sex, possibly swinging. It's hot to talk about it and to play around while discussing who you want to fuck and how. Fantasy and reality are two different things, however. I didn't know if I could handle the reality of another man screaming like Tarzan while cumming in my beautiful wife's sweet little pussy. I really didn't know if I could handle her liking it. But the idea was fine; it definitely puts some wood in the old pecker. It is the shameful secret of many men that they get off on the fantasy of watching their wife get fucked by another man. Let me tell you straight off that I'm no cuckold. I'm not going to jack off while watching some stranger stretch out my wife's ass and I'm certainly not going to eat his cream pie when he's done. To tell the truth, what this whole fantasy was really about in my mind was me getting to fuck another guy's wife. I just knew that Giselle would have to get hers too, or she'd flip out.
If you plan to swing you have to deal with the inevitable emotions like jealousy, mistrust and anxiety. There has to be rules that are agreed upon before starting anything. When one party disregards the rules the shit hits the fan. I always figured swapping was fair, more or less. At least you're getting an equal return. To be truly fair, we would have to find a guy that could give Giselle as good a time as I would expect to have. It's harder for women. Men can fuck anything that's close to attractive and have a fantastic orgasm. Women need a desirable man who is a skilled lover to get them off.
Most of the time, the fantasy of extra-marital sex revolves around people you know. It's more plausible because it could happen and that's much more interesting than having fantasies about the unobtainable, like movie stars. Everyone knows another couple that you suspect would swing in a heartbeat, if you had the balls to ask them.
Giselle and I usually talked about which of our respective friends we'd most like to sample. The names that usually came up were Leslie and Ray. Leslie was a friend of Giselle's from way back and she had married Ray a couple of years ago, second marriage for both. We had plenty of other attractive friends, but very few couples who were attractive to both of us. Whereas I looked like a gymnast to my wife, Leslie really was one. She competed at a high level until a late growth spurt derailed her career. She was too tall and curvy to compete with the tiny little powerhouses that excel at that sport. Leslie still had the muscular body of a gymnast and it really set off her sandy blonde hair and green eyes. Her tits were bigger than Giselle's, a firm 36C. That may have limited her career in sports, but it surely didn't limit the size of the erection I had when I saw her braless in a tight T-shirt, one day.
Ray was a thin guy, fairly tall and ropey. He was handsome, in a seventies porn star sort of way. He's a nice enough guy in a way, usually upbeat and telling jokes. But he's a pervert and can sometimes say or do inappropriate things. He doesn't have a filter, which can get interesting. You just can't be sure what will come out of his mouth. I suspected that of all the couples we knew, they were the only ones who would go for swinging, mostly because Ray would do it in the drop of a hat and he'd pressure Leslie to go along with it.
I knew why I wanted to fuck Leslie; she was an athletic, curvy, buxom woman who had intelligence and attitude. I just knew she'd be a good fuck. I wasn't sure why Giselle felt that way about Ray. He was cool to hang out with in a strip bar, maybe, but a little off-putting at times.
Maybe it was because he had a big dick. I'm a healthy, average sized guy with some girth. Leslie had told Giselle that Ray was long, maybe eight inches, and thick in girth. As far as I know, Giselle had never had a boyfriend with a particularly big dick. They're rarer than you'd think. What if my wife turned out to be a size-queen? That wouldn't bode well for our marriage at all. I don't have a small cock, but if she gets off on the really big meat, then I can't compete. She'd have to keep stepping out on me to get fucked by the big bulls. Would she do it behind my back? I knew it was stupid to be jealous over an imaginary tryst that my wife hadn't had except in her fantasies, but I felt I had reason.
Giselle and I had done a little bit of kinky stuff, but I sometimes got the feeling that she was holding back on purpose. I had a theory that Giselle felt that she couldn't get into wild sex with me because it wasn't right to behave like that in marriage. She was a closet prude, in a way. But perhaps she felt she could let her hair down with a guy who meant nothing to her, like Ray. That's just my theory.
That bothered me, if true. I hoped I was dead wrong. But it made sense, in a way that only female logic could work. Ray would be a meaningless fling; I am her permanent relationship. What if she wanted to keep her marriage pure, but get into crazy shit on the side? It would be just like a woman to feel that she could fuck interracially, do threesomes or be gang banged all she wants on the side and it doesn't count as long as she "loves" only her husband. It's painful to think about it. I can separate the act of sex from love and deal with it, but there's still a line you shouldn't cross. That's the part of the fantasy of swinging that bugged me.
Then one day, out of the blue, Giselle informed me that she and Leslie had been talking and had discovered that they had the same fantasy about swapping with us! She and Leslie had decided that it sounded so good that it was time to take it to the next level.
