I, Mohan aged 62, and my wife Puja aged 60 are first generation Indians settled in the US with an empty nest; and so it was the typical story of looking for adventure before time ran out after a rather sedate and dull married life. Our marriage, though a happy one by conventional standards, had lacked passion and we felt that we could perhaps spice it up a little bit by trying our luck at swinging. My wife as usual was not very sure but after we discussed this for several days she suddenly blurted out one day that ever since we had come to the US she had had fantasies about having sex with a big white male. On prodding further, she rather shamefacedly admitted that two persons she found very hot were Michael Cain and Sean Connery, not always in that order.
Although professionally very successful I was a typical nerd - not very generously endowed as far as my physical attributes are concerned, and so naturally felt a bit inadequate but was thankful that they didn't involve people we knew since that would have really upset me. Luckily, she didn't ask me about my fantasies, perhaps she was a bit embarrassed after blurting out her inner thoughts, as in my case these were about everyday people around us and had included, in the past, a fantasy about her mother as well. My mother-in-law had had Puja at the age of twenty and when we got married she was just forty-five and quite a looker. Whenever she embraced me and kissed me affectionately, I would be pressed against her soft and huge breasts and invariably got a hard on. Of course, I had dared not press my luck further though I wasn't sure I wouldn't have succeeded if I had given it a try!
So we agreed to start exploring the possibilities and searched the net together to make up a shortlist of five sites offering special deals for seniors and called them up one by one to find out the rules of the house. We finally zeroed on to a site called Senior Swingers and met the Managers Nick and Rita - who were also the owners of the setup - in person. They were both around 65 and had a large penthouse which they used to bring swingers together. They had been at this for the last 10 years and did this just for fun, often joining groups if there were last minute cancellations. There was a membership fee of $20 a month and if a swinging party was organized, the charge was $100 for a night. You would get fresh linen and towels and buy or bring your food and drinks.
They ran a compatibility algorithm and took us through a detailed interview during which all four of us had to undress to check out our inhibition level.
They explained that different people had different expectations from swinging experiences and in order to make sure that nobody was disappointed, they tried to match profiles based on personal details so that everybody in the party would most likely get along with each other. They also said that though people often tried to swing with partners they know, friends or colleagues for instance, so that it would remain in a closed group; it usually didn't work out very well since there was always a tendency to compare oneself with the person pairing with his or her partner, resulting in a friction among participants quite soon.
Puja scored a very low 3.5 on inhibition while I scored exactly the double, setting Nick thinking. He explained that sometimes some of his clients got cold feet at the last minute and that's when Rita and he acted as standby in order not to disappoint the others. However, after going through her psychometric profile carefully his face lit up. He said that Puja was displaying a repressed sexual pattern and she would most likely go wild if her fantasies were to be ever fulfilled, which was to be taken over completely by a physically strong, dominating, white male. He said he knew the exact pair who would match with us, called a number right away and spoke to someone called Brenda. After disconnecting he shook my hand and congratulated me saying it was all set up for the coming weekend.
And that's how we met our swinging partners at Nick and Rita's penthouse the next week over a bottle of Champaign. The man was 68 and rather surprisingly named Sean! His wife Brenda was 65. The rules of the game were simple, we could choose to be all together in one room or move to separate rooms in pairs, anything that the couples engaged in would have to be by mutual consent and nobody was to force anything on his/her partner. Although I had fantasized about having sex with women other than my wife and somehow the idea of my wife having sex with another guy never failed to excite me in a perverse manner; now that it was about to happen, I wasn't sure how it would affect me and couldn't decide whether we should choose separate rooms or be in the same room together. Nick suggested the latter.
It had been his experience that although people sometimes wanted to avoid seeing their partner having sex with another person, they always wanted to know afterwards the details of the encounter. When they felt reluctant to ask their partner to narrate the details, the bottled up curiosity caused a huge emotional stress. On the other hand, if they asked and the partner felt shy about recounting the details - the size of penis of a new partner or whether anal sex had taken place, say - it created a friction as well. Even if the partner did describe what happened, oftentimes there were doubts that s/he was holding back or downplaying - misstating the size of the new partner's penis for example. The other partner then tried prying out more details by asking questions, the answers to which might not be there, thus leading to mistrust among the participants. Building trust was a key factor in successful swinging and it was best if one saw things for oneself. It made a lot of sense to Puja and I so all four of us trouped into a huge room with two king-sized beds, and mirrors all around and closed the door behind us.
Sean was an extremely suave and gentlemanly character and what's more, a veteran of this game which is why Nick had paired us with him and his wife, confident that he would be able to put my wife at ease. He was a big guy standing at 6' 2" and in excellent condition for his age with broad shoulders and muscular arms. My wife is 5' 7" - tall by Indian standards - but came just about level with his chin. He now moved over to her and gave her a big reassuring hug. My wife was still stiff and shy and Sean muzzled her in the neck and slowly put his right hand on her ass, rubbing it gently over her dress. To my utter surprise, I found that my wife was not only becoming slowly relaxed but warming up to the situation, letting go and resting her whole weight against his body. Sean then started gently squeezing her ass and slapping it lightly.