It was a month after Karen and I changed our relationship from a transitional girlfriend to her submission. A month where she cleaned the apartment, cooked the meals, did the laundry and met my sexual demands. So it was time to extend her submission to fulfill another promise she made when she agreed to submit in exchange for my staying with her.
We were in bed after I well and truly fucked her and she was spooning with her back to me. I reached around and stroked her saggy tit. "So Karen, how do you happen to have the phone number to get an invitation to a swingers party? That seems out of character for you as a old married woman with four children. Why did you keep the number?"
"I paid the bills and saw that Bob had regular charges of $100 at several 'office supply' stores. Since Bob did not have his own business there was no reason to spend $400 a month for paper and pens. I checked the phone numbers of the 'office supply' shops and found that they were all massage parlors. I confronted him with his cheating with whores every week. He explained that it was obvious why he fucked around; I was a lousy lay who barely moved and never wanted to be fucked."
"Frankly, he had me there, I was a lousy lay and so was he. I told him that we could not afford $5,000 a year for whores. He suggested swinging instead. We could go to the swingers party and swap partners or go to the orgy room. He said that he could not go by himself, the only way in was with a woman. While I had neither a desire to watch him fuck nor to fuck some stranger, I wanted to keep the marriage together for my children and to save money, so I agreed."
"Bob wrote the phone number in my address book in ink and I called. We went that weekend and suffice it to say that while Bob fucked someone I just jerked off some guy. Bob asked for a divorce on the Monday after this event."
"I understand, but your experience will be different with me. As near as I can tell there are three kinds of couples at swinger events. One was like you were, a reluctant wife trying to keep her husband. The second would be where both folks in the couple just love to fuck. The third type is where the husband gets off watching his wife get fucked. We will find a couple where the husband is a cuckold. You will understand why this will work for us and you will enjoy it. So call the number this week."
Karen called and made the arrangements. The event was at a local hotel and we reserved a room. On the Saturday of the event, I told Karen that I wanted to see how she planned to dress. She showed me the outfit she considered and I had to take control.
"You will wear a sheer blouse, no bra. Show me your shortest skirt. Fine, wear that and no panties. Your need your reddest lip stick, too." She changed and we left for the hotel.
We checked in and waited until the event started in the hotel ballroom. The ballroom was set up with a small dance floor, tables were numbered for easy identification. The bar was placed so that you had to walk across the room for everyone to see and be seen. I picked a table with good view of the door and watched the couples come in. I told Karen that she had to make her tits bounce and show some bare ass when she went to the bar. We heard some whistles and cat calls. Karen came back with the drinks and was blushing.
After an hour of drinking, dancing and declining offers to join several couples, I saw the couple I was hoping for. She was in her mid-thirties, short, buxom and dressed to show off her ample ass. He was fat and was looking at the ground in front of him rather then scanning the room. They went to a table and he was sent to get drinks.
"Karen, go over to table 14 and find out all you can. Let the woman know that we are interested in them as ask them over."
