The day before...
My wife and I were checking our email when we came across a swingers ad. The photo was simple yet appealing; inviting us to take a look. I moved the mouse to the 'delete' button when my wife said, "No interest in that?" with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"Well," I started. You have to realize that thinking fast is something one must do around my wife. She can read your thoughts through the silence. "Swinging?" I continued. I was curious as to why she was so curious.
"Why not!?" she replied. Her tone offering an open and easy feel to the conversation. I minimized the window so that I wouldn't be distracted and turned to my wife. "Are you bi?" I asked.
"I'm curious, " she replied with a grin.
My heart instantly began to beat faster; visions of seeing my wife with another woman flash before my eyes. I had to know more. "Do you want to have sex with someone else?"
"I don't think so. I think I'm bi-curious. Why don't we join that site and see?"
I blinked several times to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me... perhaps I'm dreaming! "Ok! I'm game!" Dream or not, I've got to see where this goes! I guide the mouse to the banner and click on it. A new page opens instructing us to fill out a profile. Together, we make suggestions and fill out the form. After just a few minutes, we were looking at the home page of our first swingers site. I couldn't help but feel aroused yet in over my head.
My wife suggested we visit the chat room; so I click on it. The page loads slowly. Anticipating a chat, I make myself comfortable and pull up a chair for her. Soon the words are scrolling by instantly as people continue to talk amongst themselves. Few take the time to welcome a new chatter.
We respond quickly with simple 'hello's and 'thank you's' as we try to stay out of the conversation yet remain polite. One conversation between an obvious couple and a single woman caught our attention. As my wife and I discussed their responses to one another, we came to the conclusion that they had met recently offline. It became obvious that not only did the husband watch his wife with this other woman but he enjoyed her as well.
"Why would I want to be with another woman with you in the room?" I said to my wife.
"For something different? To share an experience like this WITH your partner? To spice things up? To keep things interesting?" she responded quickly. "Why do you think this couple enjoy swinging?" she continued about the couple in chat.
"I don't know!" I responded quickly but I knew why. "Would you 'be with' someone else's husband?"
"Well, what's the situation?" she replied with a grin.
I hate it when she answers a question with a question but the woman does have a point. Situations vary so its safe to say that her reaction would be determined by the approach. I can hear my wife talking but I can't understand a word she says. My mind races with thoughts. 'Is she interested in someone else? Is she cheating on me already? Bi-curious? Where did that come from?"
I snap out of my thought induced trance to try to catch up with my wife's words. "...I was thinking you might enjoy some fantasy play," she finished.
"Fantasy play! This could be fun. I reached out to place my hand on her knee. She looked at me with a grin as her legs began to relax and fall to the side. My hand instinctively runs slowly up her thigh and to her velvety panties. I lean and whisper in her ear, "Close your eyes. Imagine my hands are a woman's. Tell me what to do."
Her eyes closed and I watched her respond without word to my touch. I took the blind fold from the secret spot and placed it upon her head. I laid her back onto the bed placing her hands straight out to the side, "Don't move them," I instructed. As I pleasured her with my tongue, I tried to imagine what it might be like to watch her in this position with a woman doing what I'm doing. My dick became instantly hard.
To make a long night of sex short... we had wild monkey love for hours while she remained blind folded. I took advantage of her body in ways that she had never allowed me before. In the end, we never decided whether or not 'swinging' or any forms of 'the lifestyle' was for us but we did have this incredible night of sex... but that's another story completely.
The next day...
This is where the story really begins. I arrived at home from work at my usual time. Pulling up to the back of the house, I park in my usual spot taking caution to not hit the unknown vehicle parked on the other side. I gather my things from my car, check out the GTO in the drive and wonder 'who could this belong to?'
Entering the house, everything is quiet. The dog didn't rush the door, no television, no radio. Cautiously, I make my way down the hall to the closed bedroom door. I place my briefcase on the floor and gather my thoughts quickly. Who could be with her? Why are they in the bedroom? I know she's home.
I reach out to take the door knob in my hand, quietly and slowly turn it to open the door. I gently push the door open, almost afraid of what I might see. The first crack reveals a dark, dark room. My eyes begin to adjust quickly and make their way across the floor to the bed. The mirrored headboard and my birds eye view give only half the story.
I peek through the crack in the door to see my wife sitting on her knees in the center of the bed facing the door. Her hands roaming her naked body while her hips move slowly forward and back. She has pillows all around her and her head is leaning back; looking towards the ceiling. The view in the mirror shows her backside and an extra pair of hands roaming her buttocks and back. I didn't catch that at first but as soon as it registered I threw the door open as if I were mad and threw down the remaining items in my hand.
My wife's head comes down quickly to look at me; her body no longer moving. A shocked looked crosses her face. "Have a seat, honey," she said sweetly. I followed her command and I'm not sure why. I sat, crossing my legs and folding my arms in a defensive manner. "Just watch," she said as she started rocking back and forth.
I watched as the unknown hands explored my wife. Jealous tingles and excited erotic feelings fought each other in the depths of my stomach. The room is too dark to determine the gender of that hand yet my wife's high state of arousal has my raging hard on pushing against my slacks; begging to be let out!
My wife leans forward into the doggie position; the strangers hands grab the small of her back from behind. My eyes shift back and forth between the look of ecstasy on my wife's face and the view in the mirror. The butterflies in my stomach continue to flutter because I'm not exactly sure what I'm suppose to be doing. What part am I suppose to be watching? My wife's body becomes stiff then relaxes as waves of pleasure flow through her. When you've been having sex with the same woman for as long as we have, you know when they're about to cum... And she is.