Before reading the remainder of this true story, I would like some of my readers to understand a couple of things about Jane and I (to those who have left positive comments, my thanks).
First, we did not join the swinging lifestyle as a result of what happened -- it was a one-off fantasy fulfilment that worked for both of us and fuelled many a heated session for a long time after. Second, we are still together and very happy thanks.
Sorry to disappoint the 'moral majority' who seem enjoy criticising our behaviour and moral values (what are you doing on this site anyway?) but really -- it all worked for us just fine.
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Apart from booking a decent room at the Hilton for the following Saturday, I just let things run their course the rest of that week. I had revisited an old fantasy with a newly lustful wife. I had shown her the means by which we could intensify our enjoyment of it online. And I had made it easy for her to experiment with this new and very entertaining toy all alone. The rest, as I have said, was going to be down to Jane. But on reflection, that week was pretty bizarre.
On the Monday night we both chatted with Duncan whilst laughing together at our 'deception'. We dared each other to lead him on, each trying to outdo the other.
"Come on," she'd said, "Let's really wind him up -- serves him right anyway, cocky little sod. Let him end up pleasing himself Saturday night while we get into the real thing... just down the hall..."
It got pretty hardcore in the end with me telling him that I had a thing for going down on her after she'd been fucked by strangers, which our new friend said was fine by him. She had countered with how much she 'just loved to rim a man's ass' and wondering 'would he find that exciting?' We giggled at each other's messages and generally joked around as we wrote, but Duncan was more than enthusiastic about the whole exchange. He not only accepted Jane's offer but promised to return the favour 'for as long as you can stand it' if she would just send a pic of her face.
"He's got a point you know," said Jane fiddling with her hair. "I mean, I could be ugly as sin for all he knows. I'd want to know what I was letting myself in for if... y'know if I was going to meet a complete stranger..."
"Me too. But then it would make the game a little difficult wouldn't it?"
So we sent him a few photos he hadn't seen yet along with an apology from Jane that she ended with; '...and don't worry about how I look. You won't be disappointed.'
He asked how many times we had done this sort of thing and I watched as Jane began to say it was her first time. I stopped her; "Careful, remember we just told him about my thing for creampies -- that made us sound like real swingers. Just say two or three times, yes?"
She seemed reluctant but agreed and Duncan responded with 'Great -- I hate all the uncertainty of first timers. Always difficult. It's cool when everyone knows what they want and just gets down to the fun. Wouldn't you agree?'
We did, of course.
Tuesday we hardly saw each other as Jane worked a late shift and I had an all-day meeting in Leeds. But on Wednesday I picked Jane up from work and we went shopping for 'our' dirty weekend. We started in a favourite sex shop right next to the car park but she walked round vaguely disinterested, pausing only to grab a small bottle of 'animal nitrate' as she used to call it back in the day. I was surprised but shrugged ok.
She got much more enthusiastic when we passed an upmarket lingerie store and suggested I go and get a coffee while she looked for 'something special...'
As we headed back to the car I asked her if she hadn't meant to look for an outfit for going out on Saturday night -- maybe something glamorous to go with the lingerie. But she waved it away.
"No -- I've already decided on that... thought I'd wear the black dress. You know... the Brighton one?"
I knew. An ankle-length, knitted sheath, so thin and so tight it clung to everything. In direct light it also showed just about everything. We'd spent a weekend in Brighton when she'd first bought it, with her attracting all kinds of attention from thong and stockings lovers wherever we went. She had loved the way that dress made her look and feel, getting bolder and bolder as the evening went on and finding new ways to show it off. By the time we got to bed that night she'd been delirious with lust and for weeks afterwards she found excuses to talk about the looks and comments she'd got...
It was Friday before we had any more contact with Duncan and it was brief, with e and Jane just swapping a few messages about how excited they were to be finally meeting up.
It ended with Duncan suggesting a rough arrangement to meet in the Hilton bar at nine. We were to approach him, but we also described how we would both look -- falsely of course. He said he might be with a few colleagues to begin with but would get rid of them once we'd hooked up.
As I shut down the PC we glanced at each other and smiled. It was odd really -- both of us acting like fellow conspirators in a sexy, rather naughty and childish game. Because at the same time we both knew, individually and privately, exactly what was about to unfold. And we both knew the other wanted it. We simply weren't going to discuss it.
There was no sex that week either, even though we both must have been in a highly aroused frame of mind the whole time. But after our final chat with Duncan that Friday, she had snuggled into to me as we 'spooned' in bed. She told me she loved me for the first time in many months, then talked about our good luck -- the kids, our home and friends. And our relationship. I had agreed and stroked her warm, bare shoulder until her words began to slur and she drifted into sleep.
