It was a warm and sultry fall evening. Lori, my wife of fifteen years, and we decided to open our marriage and attend an adult swing party. It would be our first time. Between both of us, we didn't know what steps to take. Add to the fact, I didn't have to convince Lori because we had discussed an open relationship between a few rounds of alcohol. The discussion had proceeded between the silk sheets of our bed as we finished off with intense orgasms.
The next evening I had decided to-surf-the-web for an adult club, or swinger's clubs. It didn't take long to find one in the Ontario city we were living in at the time. The process was easy. There was a form to fill out and it did not take long. However, while I was filling out the form, I began to feel a little embarrassed. I mean, the scariest part was, what if someone I knew would be reading this, or better yet, what if someone I knew would be attending the same club if we are invited? So, the anticipation was somewhat exciting, my heart begun to pound, just by filling out an online questionnaire. The first step was done.
A few days went by, I had already forgotten about the application to the swinger's site. It wasn't until the children where in bed when Lori told me that she had received a phone call confirming, if in fact, we were an actual couple. I was surprised by her actions throughout that day, she had logged-on to the website, scrolled all over the place, and even went as far as to retrieve the party's bi-monthly itinerary and print it off. She also was given the address to the house. We had everything for the making of our first swing party. Little did we know that our second step was done.
Before the evening's event, we had discussed the rules during an intense love making session. Lori had asked. "How far do you want me to go with someone else?"
I replied. "I wanna watch you ride someone."
"You won't get jealous?" She asked sheepishly.
How else could I respond but enthusiastically. "I'll be there with you, and you know I am not the jealous type-I don't want to get jealous ever again."
I reached over and turned off the lights.
I whispered into her ears while she was grinding my hips. "I wanna watch you fuck someone else."
She began to ride me with fiery only to slow down upon reaching an intense orgasmic rush.
Lori whispered back. "I would love to give you a show."
I was turned on by her reply. I couldn't believe that she had agreed. I mean, I know that she wouldn't have any problems getting us hooked up with another couple. She is a very attractive blonde. Her natural waves are enough to make anyone want to comb their fingers through it. And her eyes are as blue as the fresh water lake overlooking our old apartment balcony. Her breasts are small but perky enough to hold in a fistful way. Her petite body stands at a staggering five foot two. Add to the fact, Lori's ass is curved perfectly to grasp when it comes to making love— slightly rounded and firm. As I am writing and thinking of all of the alluring attributes that my wife possesses, I suddenly find myself twitching under by shorts and boxers. Excuse me for about an hour while I go and find her...
My apologies. O.K. maybe not. I will tell you this though, I am a modest person at heart. But, I got back from throwing my large frame chest on hers. This is from years of sports training in my earlier years (Lori had just told me that I have to describe myself now, after all we are a couple that plays together). There have been a number of times, she has caught other girls looking and staring at her prize. She says that she loves to hug me. Mushy, mushy, mushy - sorry gentlemen, women like to say things like that. Lori says it makes her feel secure when she can wrap her arms around some guys stocky chest, let alone my chest. This does not only apply upstairs but around the waist, as well. Why would I brag? It is Lori's suggestion that I have to give some visual elements to you, the captive audience. She says that I am a large. Not long, but one who can stretch it to a fist, like holding a coffee mug. Of course right now, she is standing over my shoulder. She wants to comment on my dark and handsome voice. She says that I could sexually entice any lady with it. And, my brown eyes could melt tears away. Well, I don't know about that. I think she is just hanging around for some seconds? O.K. enough of the modest person from you and let's get back to that evening- Lori!
It was a Saturday evening in November. Our most difficult time was trying to figure out what we were going to wear to the party. I thought the most difficult time was going to be convincing her to attend. But as I walked into the bedroom, she had a beige shawl wrapped around her breast, with no bra, and a black mini-skirt, tan sandals to match the shawl. She was hot, tasteful and ready to go. She styled her blonde hair with waves and curls. Something you would see on one of the covers of a glamour magazine. She applied a light red lip stick, something different that she would do and I felt myself beginning to bulge at the luscious sight. She's only thirty-five and still can dress to kill.
For myself, I threw on a pair of beige dress pants over my black silky boxers. I put on my gray, loose-wearing, sweatshirt. Lori temporarily left the bedroom and came back in. She put a small cup size of hair-gel on my head and brushed it back with one of her brush.
I replied. "Getting my head wet already?"
She giggled and replied. "Plan on finding someone's wet spot tonight?"
Lori knows that I am enticed by a whole lot of muff diving. After all, I love it. Personally, I find it to be my favorite sport and passion. After the joking around and trying to look as sexy as we possibly could, the time had come to depart the apartment for the party. We entered our vehicle. The third step was done.
We had discussed our boundaries on our drive to the party. The only thing she required me to do was, pick up a box of condoms from the pharmacy. Other than that, there were ultimately no boundaries. Traveling down the road and just minutes away from the party, Lori made a second request. She wanted to be assuring that I was going to be present and willing with another partner.
My only reply was. "I'm going anywhere were you're going."
We drove up to the house where the party was taken place. We sat in the car for a few minutes contemplating. I have to admit that the time had come and we were both nervous! My heart was pounding. I could see the fear in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
Lori asked. "What are we going to do if someone in the house knows us?"
I didn't know what to say. I just calmly replied. "We are opening our marriage and if someone is here that we know, I'm sure it will remain confidential."
I was just making up stuff. "Plus, I read a disclaimer that assured confidentiality somewhere when we applied to the group."
Lori sarcastically said. "Oh, Ok, well this ought to be fun."
I wiggled my eyebrows in a mysterious kind of way, reached back to grab our alcohol and finally walked up to the door. I followed behind Lori and slapped her in the ass a couple of times. The fourth step was done.