There is an old adage that things may not be all they seem. Such is the case for our story today.
My wife Kari and I are both 38 and have been married for 11 years. We both work and have active careers that always take us out of town at different intervals. We own a home in a nice neighborhood, have no kids, and live what most people would call an atypical life. We have been in our home almost two years now, but unfortunately with our schedules we haven't gotten to know any of our neighbors outside of a courteous wave or passing hello. We do know that we are unique on the street in that many of the women are moms and some work part time, basically everyone are at home folks.
Well being considered workaholics had both serious plus and minuses. On the plus side we had a substantial income between us and were able to live pretty much debt free. On the downer, we did not see much of each other and our love life suffered the most. We would always comment after coming in from the road, how we were hit upon when we went out and it became somewhat of a joke on who was more sought after. For my part it had to be Kari. She is 5'6" 130 pounds of pure sex appeal. She routinely worked in the company gym and on the road keeping her toned and athletic. She has auburn hair that she keeps in a cute bob cut to keep her morning ready time at a minimum. Her bust is a 36D with smooth abs and a generous outflow of her hips with a light bubble in her butt. Yep she often turned heads, including my own. Me, I guess you could describe as an average jock; I played some basketball pickup games and worked out in our little home gym. I am a sandy haired guy, 6'2" and 198 pounds with a straight stomach, not quite washboard abs. Not bragging, I get a few ladies smiling my way.
At first the talk of being pursued on the road was a quick pickup to our sex life. We had more romance than we had in a while so things did not seem bad. However like all things, that to sputtered a bit and we fell back into the same old rut, basically we had sex on the run. We decided together that to regain the spark, maybe in our travels we should be caught, in other words, have affairs. At first we laughed it off but over time I think both of us looked at it practically. We can't decide who jumped overboard first, but we both did have our flings when we were out of town.
Again, that to would bring a spark into our relationship. Talking openly about what we did and with whom, did make us more appreciative and horny for each other. But we readily admitted to one another that this was just a tool in our love life, something to keep the home fires burning.
I'm not sure when that changed but it for sure was after we both experienced group activity. Up till then we had just one on one encounters, but almost at the same time, Kari and I ended up with multiple partners. In my case, I was out with a colleague who became involved with a lady who had a roommate. So she was not left out, we took both girls out for dinner and dancing then back to the hotel for a nightcap. Little did I realize how wild they would be and my buddy and I shared the girls as well as doubled up on each of them. The experience was certainly an eye-opener for me and I thrilled at the wonders of group sex.
In Kari's case it was different but similar in that she enjoyed it as well. She had a semi regular guy she played with in St. Louis where she often travelled to. She was planning to meet him when he called and said he was stuck with his two cousins and one of the cousin's wives. Well, they did all get together and before the evening was over some wild playing took place with Kari having sex with all three guys, individually as well as jointly, plus the other female, a first for her. Replaying that evening also brought out that Kari wanted to pursue the group sex theme as well.
When we were back together again, our previous experiences kept the motor running for some time. We would fantasize that others were playing with us as well so we invented characters during our lovemaking.
Things were good, we were happy and then some events started to take place. First Kari was promoted in her firm. She became a VP which meant an office at corporate and much more home office time; in fact she went from 80% travel to less than 10%. Literally after a month of this she was climbing the walls since I was still in my old slot, travelling the same and still having adventures. Our sex times diminished in intensity since Kari could not relate any new experiences while I still could.
While she had my sympathy, I really didn't do much to change things on my end. Then literally, my job also changed with a promotion. I became the branch manager of my firm and that to meant almost zero travel. The strain of being off the road gave some relief, but when the road affairs stopped also, I to was discouraged.
So here we were both in a matter of a month or two, trying to re establish our lives from one extreme to another. To those that have never had to go through that, it is tough to explain. Kari and I would be edgier towards each other during this adjustment period and often the sex or lack of it would be the victim.
One of the weirdest things was just plain old shopping, like for groceries. With our hectic travel schedules before, only one of us might be home, so take out or a simple meal was the norm. Now we have to plan meals and actually have inventory in our pantry.
One day we are in the local supermarket and behind us we hear, "Hi you guys, nice to see you!"
I turned to find a couple about our age standing there with smiles. The lady had her black hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing what I would call a tennis outfit. Short white bottoms, well above the knees revealed very tanned and shapely legs. She had a bright and infectious smile which welcomed you in. Her body looked fine, trim and petite with all the right curves and bumps. The man was also dark haired with an athletic body under slacks and a polo. He thrust out his hand in welcome.
I did not recognize or know these folks, but to be courteous, I shook his hand firmly and both Kari and I smiled back at them. The women made some small talk and the man and I talked some sports, since he brought it up. The encounter was brief and as we walked away I asked Kari if she knew these people.
Since she had been home for a longer stretch than me, Kari had run into some of the neighbors. She identified this woman as Nancy, a woman she had met at the community mailbox and had chatted with several times. She and her husband lived behind us on the next street, one house to the left. She and her husband, Chad had two kids who Kari remembered as being 4 and 6 but did not recall their names. Kari said they appeared friendly enough and that Nancy had invited her around for some coffee and to meet some other neighbors, but Kari had not taken advantage of that yet.
With me being home now as well, especially the weekends, I had to do more than just wave at the neighbors. Specially when doing a little gardening up front, someone usually stopped while walking to engage in conversations. I have no problems with that but it did fell odd to have lived here for several years and know absolutely nothing about the community at large.
Kari and I were feeling the itch for some play time again, primarily the group variety, but that was proving to be difficult. Our co-workers were not viable targets, us being new in our positions; it was still a learning curve. Since we had only played on the road, we did not know of anyone in town that had our inclinations.
So one evening I started to surf, looking for sex clubs and the like. Most of the stuff I opened up did not impress me, either as safe or as that desirable. I kept this up for several nights, an hour or so at a time, till I just got frustrated. Then I just happened to type in swingers and a cache of stuff opened. Curious as a cat, I started scanning the list.
The one site that caught my eye was SLS, a site for swinging lifestyles. Thinking this might be an avenue for some group play, I viewed what I could without becoming a member. I did not get into much, they had stories and some profile popup that were interesting but after a while I closed and went to bed.
Several days later I was picking up our dry cleaning when I ran into our neighbor Nancy again. I was walking behind a nice swaying ass on a curvy woman, when she suddenly turned and smiled at me.
"Hi, she said with an overwhelming bright smile, how's Kari?"
I had to do a double take to recognize her as Nancy. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders, very shiny and black; the last time it was set in a ponytail. Today her clothes were more defining that what she wore at the grocery store. It took me a second to catch my wits.
"She's fine, fine and how are you and your family?
