Quick writer's note:
Tags for this story: Hall Pass, Swinging, Sharing, Remorse
This a flash story about a couple who thought they knew what they wanted, just to learn that it wasn't.
I want to give co-author credit to one of my editors who provides feedback on all my stories, John. This story was his idea and I'm happy to try and bring it to life for him.
I want to thank my editors for their collaboration and input in this story; Charlie, John, Simepop, Ken D, Ma Fille Rouge, and HighLuster.
I love to collaborate with people and so I look forward to expanding this editing team. If you are interested in being a part of this collaboration team, please send me your email address through private messaging and I'll shoot you, my stories.
"Brittany and John have been swinging for years."
That's how the conversation started. Out of nowhere, on a Saturday afternoon, as we raked leaves on an unusually warm fall morning, my wife of five years casually threw out that nugget of information about her cousin and best friend.
"What?" I was caught completely off guard and was instantly intrigued with her provocative announcement. "Are you saying you want to swing?" I sat down at the edge of the pile of leaves as Heather scooped them up and put them into a large black plastic bag.
"Not with them!" Her response was quick.
"But you do want to swing?" Taking a drink of water, I watched my nimble wife work. Stopping, she turned to me.
"Haven't you thought about it?" she asked as she snatched my water bottle for herself.
Neither of us were virgins before we were married, not by a long shot. We were both thirty and lived life to the fullest while in college. We didn't connect until later, on a Tinder date of all things. Both of us were looking for a quick, no strings attached fling to mend ourselves after our respective breakups. We were both adamantly clear about that.
Her boyfriend of a year left her for his ex while my girlfriend of a year and a half just ghosted me one afternoon. I found out later that she left town with her yoga instructor, Lexy. Apparently, they were having an affair for six months. Then Lexy got a better job offer in L.A. That's right! My ex left me for a woman. I tried to be angry, but I couldn't. Lexy exuded sex appeal and a feminine magnetism that was compelling and undeniable. I probably would have run off with her myself if she had asked and had been into dick. We both had been living with our significant others when they decided to find their happiness with other people.
Brittany and I just wanted to knock off the rust and feel the warmth of a body next to ours. Five and half years later, I've never been so happy that I swiped right! We talked about our sexual past, and broached swapping or perhaps a threesome. I was neither offended nor shocked about the subject matter--just the timing. I guessed that she had been thinking about swinging for longer than for just now.
"We've talked about doing something wild in the past. I think it would be nice to explore a little bit before we start ruining this exquisite body with babies!" She explained as she waved her hands down that fabulous body. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down into the pile of leaves with me. We both laughed and giggled as she fought back, scattering leaves. I pinned her and kissed her as we lay there among fallen foliage.
"So, swinging?" I queried.
"Yeah, Britt pointed me to a swinger's only website where we could find an experienced couple. She also recommends a trial run before joining any swinging communities or sex clubs." There was a twinkle in her eye as she shared her research with me.
"I'm definitely not ready to commit to a group. Not even sure I want to be in the same house as some stud does you." I was being truthful. I had thought about it before and the thought of seeing Heather with a dick other than mine in her did not appeal to me.
"Agreed." She rolled over on top of me so she could grind on my stiffening package. She knew how to get her way, "I guess a lot of people try a hall pass first to see if they like swapping partners or not. I've already found a couple who would be willing to give us both a one-on-one tryout before we commit to anything."
My eyes must have bugged out because she started to laugh as she looked down on me.
"You've already contacted someone?"
"Of course." She pulled out her phone and started showing me pictures of the woman. She was gorgeous. Her auburn hair, mesmerizing green eyes and pouty lips grabbed me where it matters. I flipped through the photos as she talked. "They are Greg and Maureen, he's thirty-four and she's twenty-eight. They are not married but they've been a couple for three years. Been swinging and in an open relationship almost the entire time. They met on a fetish app." I got to his pics by then, he was a good-looking guy for sure. They made a sexy couple.
"Okay, I'm game if you are." I really was interested, at least at the time. I don't know if it was my little head doing the thinking or if I really was onboard. I slipped Heather's leggings down and we had a little quickie right there in the backyard, hidden by the pile of leaves. She was as kinky as I was. I loved that woman.
Heather said that she would take care of the coordination with Maureen and that they would let us guys know where they needed our hard pricks to be, and when. The two girls decided to schedule both of our rendezvous on the same night at a pair of local hotels. Neither of us wanted strangers in our homes let alone our partner's beds. They decided on two close-by hotels. They were a block from each other but close enough for Greg and Maureen to drive together. Heather and I were going to Uber independently. I'm not sure I would be able to go through with it if I had to watch her walk away from me to be with another man.
As the night approached, I was both excited and apprehensive. So many questions flooded my mind.
How is this going to affect my marriage?
There was no doubt that our adulterous trysts were going to change our relationship. After that Saturday night we would no longer have been faithful to each other.
Could I live with knowing that Heather had had sex with another man?
There was something about being monogamous that attracted me. I never thought of myself as a prude, but I liked the thought that I was to be Heather's last lover as she would be mine.
