Sometimes you have to let it happen
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TAGS: swinging, wife swapping, unprotected, impregnation
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"Honey, What are we going to do?" asked my wife.
"Sorry, I'm at a loss, What are you talking about?" I asked.
She explained what she was talking about.
We were going on a camping and fishing trip this weekend with our friends Glenda and John.
We were new friends, we met at a party thrown by a couple, that John and I worked with.
During the party Glenda and my wife, Mary had got on like a house on fire.
Throughout the night I could hear them, laughing, and giggling. Occasionally I would see them with their heads together telling each other secrets.
When we got home my wife gave me the full story.
Apparently Glenda and John were swingers.
We had occasionally talked about it, but never went beyond talking.
Mary had told Glenda about our talks, and between them they had apparently come to the conclusion that my wife and I had to do more than just talk.
Glenda had invited us up to their camping and fishing shack up the coast.
She had told Mary that it was a secluded spot, up a four wheel drive track through the dunes.
My wife had accepted the invitation on our behalf.
"Sorry, I'm at a loss, What are you talking about?"
"Honey, we are trying to have a baby, remember."
I said, "Yeah. Condoms Honey, You know? Those rubber things that go over the end of the cock."
She said"Yes I know what they are. But Glenda told me that John is allergic to latex."
"Oh, I see."
Without condoms there was no way to protect my fertile wife. She has a slightly deformed cervix, which makes proper fitting of a diaphragm impossible, and at this late stage there is no way she could get in and see a doctor for an IUD.
I suggested she call Glenda and cancel. She agreed.
A couple of hours later Mary came out to the garage, where I was working on a fuel pump for my fourby. "Honey, I spoke to Glenda!"
"OK, I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you two planned it." I said.
"Honey, are you willing to take a risk?" She asked.
"FUCK NO!" I exclaimed.
"Hear me out, baby, please." Mary said.
She then told me what her and Glenda proposed.
Glenda is unable to take the pill because it messes up her body.
With John being allergic to latex, and her not taking the pill, she always used a diaphragm.
So the deal was, she would leave her diaphragm at home this weekend, and they would both take an equal risk of falling pregnant.
"Are you serious?" I asked "Do you really want to take that risk?"
Mary looked at me "Honey, I would only consider it if you are OK with it."
"If you can't do this, Please tell me now and I will cancel this weekend."
I thought about it for a little while. I realized I was getting a hard on. The idea of knocking up Glenda was exciting me.
"I can see you cracking a fat, Baby!" said Mary "You want to fuck Glenda's fertile pussy, Don't you?"
"Oh, Fuck yes." I said. Then, obviously thinking with my little head and not my big one, I said, "OK, lets do this." Then I thought for a second, before saying to my wife, "Honey, no matter what happens this weekend, no matter whether one or both of you get pregnant, No repercussions. We love each other and we both live with the consequences of whatever happens, and we do it together."
We looked into each others eyes. I sometimes got the impression that we could see into each others soul. Mary agreed "No matter what, we are in this together. I love you Honey.
Friday afternoon John and Glenda pulled up out the front of our place.
I was still in the garage trying to fix my fuel pump for my fourby.
John came in "Hey, whats happening?"
"I think my fuel pump is stuffed. Where the hell am I supposed to get another one this time on a Friday?"
John said "Don't sweat it. There is more than enough room in mine. Lets saddle up and ride."
We loaded all the gear into John and Glenda's crew cab fourby. The girls both jumped into the back seat, leaving the front seats to John and I. We headed off up the coast.
Glenda reached forward and placed her hand on my arm, "Bill, you are going to love this place."
She went on to tell us about the beach shack. It was miles up the coast from the other shacks, and only accessible by serious four wheel drives, or by boat. We could all romp around naked in the dunes all weekend and nobody would bother us. The shack was well appointed, with basic but comfortable furniture, and a generator for electricity. So we could keep beer cold in the fridge, and it even had air con in case the weather got too warm.
Furniture consisted of a kitchen table and chairs. A couple of two seater lounges, and a couple of double beds. All clustered together in one room.
It was originally a corrugated iron shed about 20 feet long by 10 feet wide. It had been put up by a professional fisherman years ago to house his fishing boat. Now it was a single room shack where John and Glenda could escape on the weekends and escape the rat race.
We arrived at the shack a little before dark.
The girls jumped out and headed inside. John and I started to unload foodstuffs, fishing gear and all the other stuff we would need for this weekend.
John looked at me, "I can't believe we are doing this." he said.